Wouldn't it be nice if my words were sticks and stones, So they would definitely hurt you or even better make your mother never birth you...
Just to make her feel like me, aching she sits and bleeds and thinking is this what she really needs...

So what the hell if I'm not really perfect, Nobody ever said I had to be and even if I wasn't really perfect, You'd give an arm and a leg to be me

Wouldn't it be nice to take a little trip over some ice and make you freeze like you did to me, so maybe freezin wasn't such a bad idea...
But knowing my luck you'd float backup and make the freezin stop, isn't life such a breeze...Seems like Jezus took a trip to the fucking Antilles....