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The Distillers

Girlfixer

No more coquettish look on your face

Not so much pretty ugly but you're in your place

Hide behind your man, don't dare to think for you

Keep your claws off me as I walk on through

Walk on through, don't you glare

I'm not the kind of girl, who would just pull on your hair

I won't be through 'til you're blue

Just us two, whatcha gonna do?

Damn man, come on and sell your seconds

No one can make ya, make ya, break ya

Anyway, anyway, anyway

I'll make ya, they'll crown me

Never used to harm no one no matter what the reason

Now you dug your grave and it's bitch hunting season

Smiling madly honey, when I see you're around

Biding my time before I get you on the ground

It's not my plan to steal your man

It's a pitiful sight that's hard to stand

I guess I don't get a clue so just move your ass aside

And let me walk on fucking through

Damn man, come on and sell your seconds

No one can make ya, make ya, break ya

Anyway, anyway, anyway

I'll make ya, they'll crown me