Men's Tears

They say, "How do you do it?" Spite

They say, "How do you keep it so tight?"

WelI, I keep my mouth running

Stop biting my tongue and I say whatever the hell that I like

And every morning, the moment I wake up

Before I put on any makeup

I walk down the stairs

Pull up a chair, and I pour myself a cup of men's

Tears

Cheers

Yeah, it might be cold-blooded

But the hot girls, we love it

So pour yourself a cup of men's tears

I'ma throw 'em a pity party

Make it sweet, boy, make it salty

'Cause it's better than that coffee, and I'm tired

Ladies, I know that you're tired

So in the morning, the moment you wake up

Before putting on any makeup

Just walk down the stairs

Pull up a chair, and you pour yourself a cup of men's

Tears

Cheers

Yeah, it might be cold-blooded

But the hot girls, we love it

So pour yourself a cup of men's tears

Here's to the ones that have hurt me

I'm fed up, it makes me so thirsty

They did me dirty

For years, and years, and years

So sit there and wallow

Baby, this time I'll swallow

And pour myself a cup of men's

Tears

Cheers

Oh yeah, it might be cold-blooded

Hot girls, we love it

So pour yourself a cup of men's tears

That's right, I said it

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Bad bitches get it

Tastes so good

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