That man's gonna be my death ♫ Soundtrack post

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Missed Me

Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother And my mother, mister, she might tell my father And my father, mister, he won't be too happy And he'll have his lawyer Come up from the city and arrest you, mister, So I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister, see? Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you kiss me mister, you must think I'm pretty If you think so mister you must want to fuck me If you fuck me mister it must mean you love me If you love me mister you would never leave me It's as simple as can be! Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you miss me mister why do you keep leaving If you trick me mister I will make you suffer And they'll get you mister Put you in the slammer and forget you mister Then you'll miss me, won't you? Won't you miss me? Won't you miss me? Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility I'm fragile mister just like any girl would be And so misunderstood (so treat me delicately!) Missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it Hope you're happy in the county penitentiary It serves you right for kissing little girls But I'll visit if you miss me Do you miss me? Miss me? How's the food they feed you? Do you miss me, will you kiss me through the window? Do you miss me? Miss me! Will they ever let you go? I miss my mister so

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The Curse of Millhaven - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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The Curse of Millhaven

Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil That if bad was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately - Oh fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood starts a-going La la la la la la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die … Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la la la la la la lie All God's children, they all gotta die Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them I think they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!