Private Ruth - Cotton Mather

She used to love me and that was such an obstacle

Running around in the bad hand me downs of someone else’s girl

She’s using my name and making a face

As if to say all that she’s been has been erased

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth

She’s tired of loving the ones she knows she’s better than

Moving the men on a chessboard full of all her so called friends

Or maybe she just wants me a drone

Proclaiming edicts from the queen bee in her cone

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth, you hate

Private Ruth

you hate

you hate