BITCH FROM HELL You're a Bitch from Hell,
By the stories they tell;
You go out many nights,
For fun or for spite;
Forget those you love,
Or the way that it was;
I'll sit up and worry,
Then you'll make up some story;
I will ask you again,
When will it all end;
The stories are old,
And the truth will unfold;
So go on with your lies,
As you break down and cry;
I trusted you girl,
Blamed it all on the world;
But now I know why,
Should I quit, or should I try;
So tell me the truth,
Have you been a bitch, since your youth;
Oh, what a shame,
That you played all these games,
by PAPPAJOHN
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