Luyện nghe bài hát Pity

I'll get in the kitchen.
wear my hair up for you real, real nice
My neck will be adorned with
I'll put rouge on my cheeks like a girl
As I you whiskey on ice
do all these things
But one will always stay true
Your attitude
never convince a woman to lay with you

So get with yourself
You're not the heartbreaker you you were destined to be
Put your down, from my table
It's common courtesy (I doubt you heard of it)

Don't test my
Or my
stroke my face or these feminine hands will cause your fingers to bleed
Your masculinity is so
I break you with a tap
The time ill get on my knees for you is to sweep up your fragments like glass

It's a your mother has to see you like this
And it's a pity any of criticism gets you pissed
a pity you have an insufferable god complex
It's a (2x)

I'll get in the kitchen
I'll wear my hair up for myself real real
My neck will be with pearls
I'll put rouge on my cheeks a pretty girl
As I pour myself a on ice