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Baby's born on the bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry But Nothing's wrong you got your prom dress on When they ask you'll say it isn't mine Oooh, you know they're gonna know you lied Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down So keep the way you're feeling anonymous And hide it all until the day you die The secret's safe at least you thought it was But you can only keep it for a little while Oooh, and now you're terrified Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out SongtexteWash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Baby's born on the bathroom floor Her Mother prays that it'll never cry And nothing's wrong you got your prom dress on And when they ask you'll say it isn't mine And damn you for thinkin' we would never know And damn you for thinkin' we would never mind Only reason that you'd make it this far You never asked him but you never try Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Aus Songtexte Mania