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Fuss

You fucking hate my guts

I am washer hum

You got me all worked up

With that shoe bump love

You got me chained up in your closet

I don’t wanna whisper through the slots

I want to scream it from the rooftops

I don’t wanna be your fucking dog

Hell

You fucking hate me still

Felt like a face on milk

You got me licking at swill

With that child-like will

You let me dry up on the doorstep

Out in the sun, just like a slug

I want to scream it from the rooftops

I don’t wanna be your fucking dog