Lyrics: 

Pussycat Balls - Pottrs

High school was so cool
a lot of variations
everyone was up to be vain
Vanilla was my nickname
a target for their mission
everyone was up for my taste

I'm not a so called princess
Everyone's up to me in distress
They see me as a doll in business
All they think is I'm shameless

I'm not a so called soldier
Disastrous fierce I'm bolder
I sound like a disease revolver
no that's not true I told ya, I told ya

Chorus:
I got these wounds and bruises all around my hand
You got those marks and bruises all around your legs
I guess I'm wild, yes I guess I'm wild for you baby

College was so fine
I ended up just to grind
for old men who will pay for my name
Ice cream my alias
a target for their vision
everyone was up for my paste

All I wanted was cash
boys treated me like a bag of trash
a neverending type of bash
around the school there is no hush
I have only two friends
my mom and dad until the end
no one will care or to pretend
for a brainless dirtbag to defend

repeat chorus

Take it slow, 
Don't ever pay a price to meet me
As I go
never will i leave this stain on you

repeat chorus


recorded by Shelter Records

Pottrs Music