HARD GIRLS LYRICS
White cord, black phone,
attached with staples to the wall.
Pick it up and throw it when you get angry.
Nobody's buying, nobody's selling
That baby's crying, everyone's yelling
and think of…
Three girls skipping, throwing daisies at your quinceanera,
A dress from Novias Elegantes.
Can I call you cousin?
I only got one cousin.
Will you be my cousin?
She's got a heart and it hurts.
Marya, Marya, change the i to a y
Dead rats living under your office,
It feels so great at your age making minimum wage.
Thanks to Lord Felch for these lyrics