The Geraldine Fibbers - Seven Or in 10 Lyrics

Talk to me a little more.
Talk to me with those lips
Pretty pink
Make me sink into your eyes
Tell me another lie.

Take everything I am.
Take it for your own
Take my home
Take my beautiful wife,
You'd never take my life.

Not so fast fucker.
Not so fast fucker.

I gotta little trick for you,
I can split in two
or in seven
or in 10 little friends
on which I can depend.

We told you not to touch the door.
We told you not to try to get inside our head or in our bed.
You want to own this dish,
So you can eat it anytime you wish.

Not so fast fucker.
Not so fast fucker.

Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.

Now I'm a little thing
You think you're so tough
Let's play rough
Your tactics suck
I'd rather die then let you rule my life.

Talk to me a little more.
Talk to me with those lips
Pretty pink
Make me sink into your eyes
Tell me another lie.

Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.

Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Shoulda killed me while you had the chance.
Ya shoulda killed me.