Me Gustas Demasiado - Sped Up - Joanna Crass, Laura West & Zeper

Muchas son las noches Que he pasado solo Sin poderte ver Tan cerca y no te toco Ahora vuelve y mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala Coge todo y tíralo, tíralo, tíralo, tíralo Dámelo todo, todo Déjame sin nada, yo quiero Que me lo des todo, todo Todo, todo Cuando me esforcé y no te alcancé Demasiado lejos te fuiste Ahora que volviste otra vez Te juro que voy a romper Encerrado en mi cuarto pensando en fantasías Viviendo que se cumplía todo lo que decías Es cuestión de tiempo lo se Mírame bien, mírate bien Tú me elevas la mente Me tratas diferente Yo no puedo Tú me das miedo Dónde estabas Que andabas tan perdida Te reclamaba Y tu desaparecías Ahora vuelve y mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala Coge todo y tíralo, tíralo, tíralo, tíralo Dámelo todo, todo Déjame sin nada, yo quiero Que me lo des todo, todo Todo, todo Y aunque me digas no puedo Y aunque me pegue en el suelo Es por mis sueños que vuelo Y a veces rozo mi cielo No voy a entrar en el juego de si tu puedes yo puedo Así que ahórrate el juego Ya no puedo disimular más Voy a hacer realidad tus fantasías Solo tu me prendes mi fuego Y no quiero entrar en tu juego No alcancé la fama cuando te hice mía Y que solo me sentía cuando te escribía Que estaba puesto pa' ti Tira pa la capi Yo sabía que tu volverías Dónde estabas Que andabas tan perdida Te reclamaba Y tu desaparecías Tu desaparecías, eh Mírame, mírame, mírame baby Tíralo, tíralo, tíralo Solo tu me prendes mi fuego Y no quiero entrar en tu juego

Now that the sun have vowed is light And bid the world good night; To the soft bed my body I dispose, But where were shall my soul repose? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? It's Myra Hindley on the cover, Your very own sweet anti-mother. There she is on the pages of The Star, Ain't that just the place you wish you were? Let her rot in hell is what you said, Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead. Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is, The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss. Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave, You just can't wait to piss on her grave. You pretend that you're horrified, make out that you care, But really you wish that you had been there. You say you can't bear the thought of what she did, But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead. Tell me, what is the difference between her and you? You say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do? Don't you see that violence has no end? Isn't limited by rules? Don't you see as angels preaching you're nothing but the fools? Fools step in, where angels fear to tread, You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead. She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? That single mug shot from the past Ensures your fantasy can last and last. It gives you the chance to air your hate Because she got there first, you were too late. Hindleys' crime was to do what others think, Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink. Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love, Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough. So you keep the story alive, So you can make yourselves believe, That you are so much better than her. But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there. She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?