you think you are so hot

you own the whole wide world

that everybody depends on you

you think thatyou are their muse

their only hope and cure

so why make it hard

when you could untherstand

that nobody is your fan

that you are nothing more

than a tiny hore



Chorus

I've allways thought of you

as the biggest bitch i ever knew

so why think you are a God

when all you are is a slot





No matter what I say

youll allways be the same

so why bother and talk straight

when all I can do is

walk away.



Chorus