Swing The Heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise Lipstick stained on whip cream lies I feel that if I had been uglier It would have been easier There, there, there, there There it sat, blinked and spat In a black feather hat and said, "The rat" Like a red bouquet, slim swinger It would have fit her better but no red letter No red letter But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake Gruesome Aaa Aaa