Testi musica canzoni

I'm sick and tired of you calling my names I'm sick and tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks Picked up a magazine, I see your face You're nothin' but a goddamn waste With the lamest fashion on your back You're never happy, a hypochondriac Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Yeah You're a stylish queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates, getting fat fat fat You're a pain in the ass, and your on the loose All I get from you is your bad attitude Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere Always wearin' that cheap perfume I can always tell when you're in the room Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Aah Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Yeah, don't bust my chops Alright more