Karaoké Tummy Hurts Reneé Rapp

Maybe I should try religion 'cos, Jesus, you're hard to rely on

I'd never find you in the kitchen

You couldn't even pay rent for three months

Oh, I heard you

I get it, you're broke

Hmm, but oh, you always had money to smoke, though

Now my tummy hurts he's in love with her

But for what it's worth they'd make beautiful babies

And raise 'em up to be a couple of fucking monsters like their mother and their father

Eventually, twenty-forty-three

Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

I just want some recognition for having good tits and a big heart

I can't believe I let you hit it

In hindsight, that might be the worst part

Oh, I taught you everything you know

Hmm, but oh, I guess boys they come and they go

Now my tummy hurts he's in love with her

But for what it's worth they'd make beautiful babies

And raise 'em up to be a couple of fucking monsters like their mother and their father

Eventually, twenty-forty-three

Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

Hmm, like their daddy hurt

Like their daddy hurt

Like their daddy hurt

Like their daddy hurt

Now my tummy hurts he's in love with her

But for what it's worth he's her problem now, baby

And she'll stay with him 'cos she made with him a couple monsters like their mother and their father

Yeah eventually twenty-forty-three

Someone's gonna hurt you little girl like you hurt me