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Helmet Betty

Served up in the backyard Cooked too long on high Flying out the window Even dogs have passed them by Didn't know she was tied up Better fed than forced

Sam invents the you you wanna see Don't believe in predestiny Bacon you never need to bring home Sam Hell gets you redeemed by grace alone Sam's the

Indecisive and deaf or dumb Tongue dried in the sun Nervous speech and your mental health Drunk on every detail Loosened up from the moral slide As though

The tic begins, where's the manned end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong, prepossessed You never need to make your own mess Weasel

Maybe I'm just not good enough for you And maybe I just don't wanna be like you And maybe I just don't wanna know How low you're ready to go I'm not

Maybe, I'm just not good enough for you And maybe, i just don't wanna be like you And maybe I just don't wanna know How low you're ready to go I'm not