Seven of Nine

You're just whirl baby yo when you are with your friends
 You got to go baby go if you do it again
 You cook like a mortician you do what you do
 You pay you way and paid just until we were through, now
 I don't understand why
 I gotta get dead by
 But I dunno but I feel like a should
 Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
 So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
 and then I spit you out awhile
 You gotta go with the tune
 like the rhythm with danger
 But no one gives a fuck when you
 Bust a cap on a stranger
 Ghost on a quarter like hustler on fag
 (?) bag on a fag now
 I don't understand why
 I gotta get dead by
 But I dunno but I feel like a should
 Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
 So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
 and then I spit you out awhile
 ahhh
 you know why