| Chica Go! |
|---|
| I don’t know what the hell you’re on about |
| Sometimes I feel the hate is rising up in me again |
| I’m on the outside, looking at myself |
| What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? |
| … Is it anyone else? |
| Go!!! |
| I miss the pleasure when we fuck tonight |
| Shut up, leave me, and close the door before you run away |
| Oh I’m so sick, I don’t feel anything |
| What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? |
| … Is it anyone else? |
| Go!!! |
