Don't you mess with a little girl's 'Cause she's liable to up, mean
you to find that I'm laughin You thought that find me in tears You thought I'd be the walls a tiny mosquito and tremblin in fear
Well, you may be king for the But I am a queen And got your pawns and your bishops And castles all inside the of my hand
While you were lookin the way While you had your closed While you were lickin your I was miserable
While you were your soul While you were tearin a in me
I was control Now I taken control, control Now I taken control, control Now I have control, control
This is to feel good Watching you in your shoes A small bead of sweat on your and a growl In your youre scared to let through
You thought you could me from loving And you you could feed on my soul But while you busy destroyin my life was half in me has become whole
While you were lookin the way While you had your closed While you were lickin your 'Cause I was
While you sellin your soul you were tearin a hole in me
I was control Now I have control, control Now I have control, control Now I taken control, control
So is how it feels To in the summer air To feel the sand between my And inside my ear
All things That you me to fear I've got them in my now And youre not welcome here, come
a little bit closer Let me at you I gave you the Of the doubt, true But in mind, my darling Not every saint is a
While you lookin the other way you had your eyes closed While you were lickin lips I was miserable
While you were sellin your While you tearin a hole in me
I was taking Now I have control, I was taking control Now I have taken control, control, Don't you mess me
This cannot be all that is to life Because in our with an enormous and cold universe There is comical to the idea That we can really inforce our will on Power
It's your world, do with it you want No, that's not the way to do it, That's not the way to do it, No, it's your world, no, your world No, it's world, no It's your
Its me
And at the end of it all of course the final Phenomenon of deterioration, Which is a predictable When the creative ceases