I'm In The Market To Please No One Lyrics

Winona Fighter

My Apologies To The Chef

Lyrics to I'm In The Market To Please No One
So
I don't think I ever let it go, no
I just hide things underneath the floorboards
And ignore it

And how does that make you feel?

Jesus Christ
If one more person tells me he looked nice
I guess that I'll just stab out my own eyes
If I'm deaf, dumb, and blind to it
I'm the idiot

'Cause I've been quiet, tired
Losing sleep

I don't like to think you're having fun
I hope you suffer
And boys like you should rot for what they've done
Don't blame your mother
Bet you're crying like a baby
And pay to lie in therapy
I don't like to think you're having fun
Look what you've done, look what you've done

Dang
Mark hits women, I think he's to blame
Laughing like it's all a little game
Must be insane, got no brain
I've got no doubt
The more you fuck around
The more shit you'll find out

'Cause I've been quiet, tired
Losing sleep

I don't like to think you're having fun
I hope you suffer
And boys like you should rot for what they've done
Don't blame your mother
Bet you're crying like a baby
And pay to lie in therapy
I don't like to think you're having fun
Look what you've done, look what you've done

Look what you've done
Look what you've done

I don't like to think you're having fun
No, I hope you suffer
And boys like you should rot for what they've done
You motherfucker
You're crying like a baby
And pay to lie in therapy
I don't like to think you're having fun
Look what you've done, look what you've done