Chica Go!
I don't know what the hell you're on about
Sometimes I feel the hate is rising up in me again
I'm on the outside, looking at myself
What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? "¦ Is it anyone else? Go!!!
I miss the pleasure when we fuck tonight
Shut up, leave me, and close the door before you run away
Oh I'm so sick, I don't feel anything
What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? "¦ Is it anyone else? Go!!!