Lyrics Goddess - Xana

Goddess

He punched me in the mouth and it felt like a gift
I bet you’ll never know how twisted that role is
Yeah, it’s true what they say, boys think with their dicks
No, this ain’t something that sorry can fix
You’re fuckin' with a Goddess
And the bitch bites back
I’d love it if you’re honest
But it ain’t like that
Boy, now you’re the one who’s godless
Mmm
Am I scaring you yet?
Am I scaring you yet?
'Cause I might do you wrong
But it’ll feel right
Let you play along
Act like the tough guy
I can be the jailer
And you can pay the crimes
Oh, you do it all the time
He said my pretty face shouldn’t look this way
He thinks that my body is his to take
He won’t look me in the eyes
Afraid to see what’s looking back
Oh, you’ll regret doin' the devil dirty like that
He believed that I could take a beating
But the bruises down my back don’t mean a damn thing
'Cause I brought the God of War to his knees
With the back of my hand wiped his blood from my cheek
Now you’re pointing fingers into mirrors
Crying thinking somebody will hear ya
But this bitch is your queen
I can promise you one thing
You won’t like me when I’m mean
Mean
Mean
You won’t like me when I’m mean
You’re fuckin' with a Goddess
And the bitch bites back
I’d love it if you’re honest
But it ain’t like that
Boy, now you’re the one who’s godless
Mmm
Am I scaring you yet?
Am I scaring you yet?
'Cause I might do you wrong
But it’ll feel right
Let you play along
Act like the tough guy
I can be the jailer
And you can pay the crimes
Oh, you do it all the time
There’s a ribbon 'round my neck and it’s red
It’s red
Sweeter than the liquid that I bled
I bled
Heaven ain’t a place you forget
Forget
When there’s hell to pay
You’ll be screaming our name’s
Goddess, Goddess
Baby boy is fuckin' with a Goddess
Goddess, Goddess
Baby boy is mother fucking godless
Fuckin' with a Goddess (Goddess)
And the bitch bites back
I’d love it if you’re honest (honest)
But it ain’t like that
Boy now you’re the one who’s godless
(You're the one who’s godless)
Mmm
Am I scaring you yet?
Am I scaring you yet?
'Cause I might do you wrong
But it’ll feel right
Let you play along
Act like the tough guy (so tough)
I can be the jailer
You can pay the crimes
Oh, I do it all the time
I do it all the time
I do it all the time
Prayed
You’re gonna wish you prayed
Gonna wish you prayed
Prayed
Prayed