you抮e so pretty when you lie   love songs always make me cry   i don抰 think you have a choice   there抯 no truth left in your voice   remember when we used to laugh   just try to forget all that   wear my heart upon your lips   i hope it tastes just like shit   just call me miss ann thrope   just call me miss ann thrope   you抮e so pretty when you die   love songs always make me cry   i don抰 think you realise   there抯 no blue left in your eyes   remember when we used to sing   just try to forget those things   fill your hole inside with dirt   i hope that it fucking hurts   just call me miss ann thrope   just call me miss ann thrope   just call me miss ann thrope   just call me miss ann thrope   you have left a trail of deceit   assault and flattery   blasting through my wounds   imprisoned me in god and poetry   a ritual to mend my angry heart   a breeding ground for your untruth   if god created man in his own image   then fuck you   ashes to ashes   dust to dust   my hate for you defines my lust   bridges to bridges   you抮e nothing to me   welcome world   miss ann thrope   fuck   cunt   miss ann thrope   cunt   fuck   miss ann thrope   miss   ann   thrope