My Pet Monster
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Lyrics
There are cherries, ripe for the picking. America's losing, meth recipes cooking. Oh excuse me miss, can I buy you a drink? Just don't mind the bitter after taste. Oh no, the joke's on you, you're now infected with The Dirty South Plague. Fathers grab your daughters, 'cause the boys are back in town. Fathers grab your daughters, 'cause the boys are back in town. Wake up, let's stop, I just want to go home. And I've been sick for the last six months 12 days been up, just the monster and me. And I just want you to get some sleep. Wake up. Don't go. Monster, don't go.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:54
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 115 BPM