Pumped & Dumped 💔 (Glam Metal) WITH LYRICS
I've been pumped and dumped.
He doesn't love me.
I exist to be used.
Oh I'm just like pizza crust, everybody touches, but nobody wants.
There's a hole in my soul, there's no soul in my hole.
But deep in my heart, I enjoy being used, returning home, damaged and bruised.
My tears are only true when I'm alone at night, I cry in my pillow, and ignore the simps who write.
Will somebody ever love me, I'm not sure, maybe it's because my body is far from pure.
But I can't quit this life, the hair pulling, the face slapping, the mouth spitting, golden showers and the zinc shots, deep down in my core I was born to be a whore! Yeah!
I was born to be used, why do simps like me when I don't even like myself.
I'm his punching bag, it makes me feel alive, I can work his stick while I drink and drive.
Oh please God keep me young, so I can continue to pleasure Mr. Hung.
I'm a sinner and a demon, I'm obsessed with his seamen.
Oh it tastes so divine, it shows that I'm a swine.
But I am his and he's mine!
Until I get pumped and dumped again...
He's a villain, and a hunter, I'm a moaner, and a grunter.
He's aggressive, and oppressive.
I'm possessive, and obsessive.
Oh We were made for each other, even if he pumped my mother!
His cruelty, seals my fate.
His Malignancy, wrath and hate.
It makes me want him more!
My future is grim, I can change him, he's the one, and he has a gun!
But I know he won't hurt me...
Because for him to hurt me...
It requires him to care... And he doesn't care...
He never will...
I'm just a meat sack...
And a play thing...
I was born to be his puppet...
He rules over me... He is the master of puppets!
Winter is here... it's oh so cold... now I'm alone and I'm old...
I miss the leather... and the chains...
I crave the whips... ropes and restrains...
All these simps in my comments, they just can't compare...
They just can't compare...
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I've been pumped and dumped.
He doesn't love me.
I exist to be used.
Oh I'm just like pizza crust, everybody touches, but nobody wants.
There's a hole in my soul, there's no soul in my hole.
But deep in my heart, I enjoy being used, returning home, damaged and bruised.
My tears are only true when I'm alone at night, I cry in my pillow, and ignore the simps who write.
Will somebody ever love me, I'm not sure, maybe it's because my body is far from pure.
But I can't quit this life, the hair pulling, the face slapping, the mouth spitting, golden showers and the zinc shots, deep down in my core I was born to be a whore! Yeah!
I was born to be used, why do simps like me when I don't even like myself.
I'm his punching bag, it makes me feel alive, I can work his stick while I drink and drive.
Oh please God keep me young, so I can continue to pleasure Mr. Hung.
I'm a sinner and a demon, I'm obsessed with his seamen.
Oh it tastes so divine, it shows that I'm a swine.
But I am his and he's mine!
Until I get pumped and dumped again...
He's a villain, and a hunter, I'm a moaner, and a grunter.
He's aggressive, and oppressive.
I'm possessive, and obsessive.
Oh We were made for each other, even if he pumped my mother!
His cruelty, seals my fate.
His Malignancy, wrath and hate.
It makes me want him more!
My future is grim, I can change him, he's the one, and he has a gun!
But I know he won't hurt me...
Because for him to hurt me...
It requires him to care... And he doesn't care...
He never will...
I'm just a meat sack...
And a play thing...
I was born to be his puppet...
He rules over me... He is the master of puppets!
Winter is here... it's oh so cold... now I'm alone and I'm old...
I miss the leather... and the chains...
I crave the whips... ropes and restrains...
All these simps in my comments, they just can't compare...
They just can't compare...