Chris C Koontz & Seasons of Pain - Psycho Bitch (v2)

Out with the boys, rockin' all night
Comin' home late, we got in a fight
You're tellin' me now, I'm a distant memory
But we made love at a quarter to three, oh yeah

Distant memory, you fuckin' psycho bitch
Distant memory, you fuckin' psycho, bitch

You said you loved me, you little whore
But you play with my mind, then you close that door
Yet I know how, you get your joy, cuz it ain't true love when you're playin' with toys, oh yeah

Distant memory, you fuckin' psycho, bitch
Distant memory, you fuckin' psycho, bitch

What's wrong with this picture, startin' to see
You're a psycho fuckin' bitch, gotta set me free
So, you decide, what's it gonna be
It's not up to me, I'm a distant memory, oh yeah

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Distant memory
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
You fuckin' psycho bitch
Distant Memory
You fuckin' psycho, bitch

Written by:
Christopher Koontz

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