Bitch - Tito & Tarantula

She dances on the street

As her marbies rollaway

She keeps an eye on her feet

While she slams her toes

On her mother’s kimono

In her torn lingerie

She’s spitting tires

Through her napalm window

My chola freak

She’ll never bury

She always plays with danger

Five feet of anger

Always plays with danger

Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

But me

As the colors fade away

She pokes the eyes of her daddy’s photograph

Her mom would say

You’re gonna bury me

She always plays with danger

Five feet of anger

Always plays with danger

Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

But me

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

But me

She always plays with danger

Five feet of anger

Always plays with danger

Ice cream roller blades birthday cakes

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

Nothing makes the little bitch behave

But me…