I got a guilty conscience
I've been fuckin' you in my mind
And it's become a problem
I fantasize literally all the time
My urge so strong
I can't look him in the eyes, it's a painful high
One desire in my messed up mind
You make me wanna
Fuck, marry, or kill
If I can't have you, then nobody will
It's torture, no chill
Fuck, marry, kill
(Ah, ah-ah) fuck, marry, or
(Fuck, marry, kill)
And I'm jealous of the shirt around your neck
I wanna wring it, kiss the sweat off
And the sheets that touch your skin at night
I wanna tear apart
Your love, ain't my style
Give it a shot because you're driving me wild
Your love, ain't my style
Give it a shot because you're driving me wild
You make me wanna
Fuck, marry, or kill
If I can't have you, then nobody will
It's torture, no chill
Fuck, marry, or kill (oh-oh)
(Ah, ah-ah) fuck, marry, or (kill)
(Fuck, marry, kill)
