Lyrics
When pregnant,
She lookeded fat.
What if you
Caught
The butterflies
And your friends
Always stuck the pin through;
Then you're like,
Drowning in the bathtub.
You're as sad
As it is.
Oh what has
Our name become...
A guilty pleasure
And nosdam drums.
Writer(s): Jonathan Avram Wolf, David Philip Madson, Adam Drucker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com