Bitch

She dances on the street As her marbies rollaway She keeps an eye on her feet While she slams her toes On her mother's kimono In her torn lingerie She's spitting tires Through her napalm window My chola freak She'll never bury She always plays with danger Five feet of anger Always plays with danger Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes Nothing makes the little bitch behave Nothing makes the little bitch behave But me As the colors fade away She pokes the eyes of her daddy's photograph Her mom would say You're gonna bury me She always plays with danger Five feet of anger Always plays with danger Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes Nothing makes the little bitch behave Nothing makes the little bitch behave But me Nothing makes the little bitch behave But me She always plays with danger Five feet of anger Always plays with danger Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes Nothing makes the little bitch behave Nothing makes the little bitch behave But me...