Taste The Last Girl

Too much you need
Too much you need
He’s a genuine boy with a guilty smile
Hands to pull you forward faster
You and your game is not the answer
Not on your own
Had to fool you’re forward faster
You’re smashing heads and breaking ladders
All on your own
Your further on
But you can taste the last girl
She’s the servant to the master
Oh now your on your own [bad word] yourself to find the next
You’ll take [bad word] Catch your own death
All on your own
Too much you need
Too much is greed
He’s a genuine boy with a guilty smile