Swing The Heartache

	Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
	Lipstick stained on whip cream lies
	I feel that if I had been uglier
	It would have been easier
	There, there, there, there
	There it sat, blinked and spat
	In a black feather hat and said, "The rat"
	Like a red bouquet, slim swinger
	It would have fit her better but no red letter
	No red letter
	But she wants to be a better singer
	Swing the Heartache
	Just for her sake
	But she wants to be a better singer
	Swing the Heartache
	Just for her sake
	Gruesome
	Aaa
	Aaa