Lyrics
Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field
It's victory that I smell inside, and the smell contains no guilt
H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, My daddy's wrong, mother knows best
C, C, C is for cunt, there's a sickness inside that I need to harvest
Broken tramp, have you seen her, I tried to love, but now I'll beat her
H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, Your daddy's wrong, mother knows best
C, C, C is for count
H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, your daddy's wrong, mother knows best
She's the one who brings me to life when I stab her with my hunting knife
Broken tramp, have you seen her, I tried to love, but now I've beat her
