Witch Finder

Ladies, I get it You trust a man but You're capable of many things you don't know Getting dressed in the dark not to get a remark Shave yourself until you bleed Behave yourself or you won't breed I love, love my limbs I cry when I swim So, you don't see me weep I got something inside me Won't be able to kill it So, you make me sin I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin What a chance I had but I contained myself When you called me a brat for breaking rules you've made I romanticise 'bout having a peace of mind and I I sympathise with your your need of praise Ladies, I get it You trust a man but You're capable of many things you don't know I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin I love, love my limbs I cry when I swim So, you don't see me weep I got something inside me Won't be able to kill it So, you make it sin So, you make me sin I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin I don't live up to your expectation So you make me a sin