BITCH

you gave me no warning

not even a clue

when you went into the bedroom

and he fucked you

victoria secret looks good on you

with your makeup on and your high-heeled shoes

just like a bitch(ahh) a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

i should have scratched my itch

'cause your a fuckin' bitch

bitch(ahh) a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

whaddaya think you're doin'

in bed with your man?

even if it's your husband

i don't give a damn

i feel paralyzed like a quadraplegic junkie

on a saturday night

lookin' to get screwed and waitin' for you

i'm so outta here

'cause you're a bitch(ahh) a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

and now i see as clear as a bell

you can both go to hell

'cause you're a bitch(ahh) a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

i should have scratched my itch

'cause you're a fuckin' bitch

bitch(ahh) a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

a fuckin' bitch(ahh)

a fuckin' bitch

words & music by jon fritz

© 2004 fritzsongs (ASCAP)

published by nicollesongs (ASCAP)