Miss Ann Thrope Lyrics

You're so pretty when you lie
Love songs always make me cry
I don't think you have a choice
There's no truth left in your voiceRemember when we used to laugh
Just try to forget all that
Wear my heart upon your lips
I hope it tastes just like shitJust call me me
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me me
Miss Ann ThropeYou're so pretty when you die
Love songs always make me cry
I don't think you realize
There's no blue left in your eyesRemember when we used to sing
Just try to forget those things
Fill your hole inside with dirt
I hope that it fucking hurtsJust call me me
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me me

Miss Ann ThropeJust call me me
Miss Ann Thrope
Just call me me
Miss Ann ThropeYou have left a trail of deceit
Assault an flattery
Blasting through my wounds
Imprisoned me in God and poetryA ritual to mend my angry heart
A breeding ground for your untruth
If God created man in his own image
Then fuck youAshes to ashes, dust to dust
My hate for you defines my lust
Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me
Welcome world Miss Ann ThropeAshes to ashes, dust to dust
My hate for you defines my lust
Bridges to bridges, you're nothing to me
Welcome world Miss Ann ThropeFuck, cunt
Miss Ann Thrope
Cunt, fuck
Miss Ann Thrope