She's driving me to wit's end
Testing my conviction
Baiting me to make my move
Reason beckons for an instant
I reckon I should listen
'Cause I've got so much left to prove
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Baby Got Back Talk - Thanks for the Angst Lyrics
Baby Got Back Talk - Thanks for the Angst Lyrics
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She's driving me to wit's end
Testing my conviction
Baiting me to make my move
Reason beckons for an instant
I reckon I should listen
'Cause I've got so much left to prove
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Testing my conviction
Baiting me to make my move
Reason beckons for an instant
I reckon I should listen
'Cause I've got so much left to prove
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes
Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight
Writer: Baby Got Back Talk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid