Lyrics She Works Her Body Like Supply and Demand so I Guess That Makes Her an Economist - Music is the Enemy

This ain't a rescue party
It's a burn-that-bitch-at-the-stake cabaret
Bring me a wet nurse and a lock pick
And get me the fuck out of this town
This is not a test
This is not a test
Come on boys we're storming the dance floor
Don't leave a single pair of high heels alive
She's coming she's hunting
Oh listen to her moan she's coming
I can't be afraid cause baby you look like an amateur
That girl will stalk her prey and fuck til it's overrated
My first impression this thing reeks of a sabotage
This time we'll use my math to calculate how much it's worth
You make the poets so disgusted
Putting their words on your filthy thighs
Shallow graves for shallow girls
But don't worry baby
We'll make you look like a top-dollar mistake
We'll clip those wings girl they make you look like a whore
We'll clip those wings girl they make you look like a whore
We'll clip those wings girl they make you look like a whore
Like a whore
Oh ____ you fucked your way in now your scars are showing
Oh ____ you fucked your way in now my scars will
Show you my name is vengeance
I am the sex in you rescue me
You are my B-movie whore
This is where we fuck for the camera
My god someone pray for me now
I am the sex in you rescue me
You are my B-movie whore
This is where we fuck for the camera
My god
This time it's a war
This time
This time it's a war
This time
This time it's a war
This time
This time it's a war
This time
This time it's a war