Behind these lyricsSorry I don't treat you like a goddess,More Like This
Is that what you want me to do?
Why am I singing this? You don't even care.
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do.
I though that you knew that you were, at least for me.
Sorry I'm not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
I've always tried to show you the best side of me.
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you.
You don't know how much pain I suffered from being apart from you.
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do.
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you.
Actions speak louder than words anyway. Yours say that you hate me, even if I didn't do anything wrong to you.
So, why do I want to…? Why do I want to…?
Why do I want to kiss you?
And suddenly, she realized that everybody was watching her.
Everybody, even Bubblegum.
The words run away from her.
…Bury you in the ground... and d
Tom of Finland Pants"You are a heartless bitch and I hate you!" Rose cried out, struggling against the handcuffs.More Like This
Cybil maintained a firm, authoritarian hold on Rose's upper arm. "Ma'am, if you keep wiggling around like that, I'm gonna club you over the head and drag your sorry butt behind me."
Rose went pale. "You wouldn't do that," she protested, though her voice was wavering and unsure.
"Just try me." Cybil looked her hard in the eye.
Rose managed to meet her gaze, though sweat appeared all over her skin as she did so. "You wouldn't do it," she insisted.
Cybil lifted her up by the arm, easily strong enough to raise her onto her toes.
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" Rose's lower lip quivered. "Please! I'm sorry!"
"Are you going to stop pestering me?"
"Oww! Yes! Anything! It hurts!"