Limp - Fiona Apple
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don’t you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide.
But you’re the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride.
Limp - Fiona Apple
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don’t you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide.
But you’re the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride.
limp, fiona apple