It wasn't the quarantine effect
It was your damn mother, nosy and gossiping
I opened the doors of my home to her
She makes you want to divorce me
You make me want to divorce
And don't tell me mum loves you
Because she has a doctorate in screwing me over
It's obvious, I won your heart
And the blessed witch doesn't want to see us happy
On her birthday, I'm going to give her a gift
A nice little coffee, but poisoned
When she faints, I put her in my car
And from a cliff down, the devil takes her
And don't tell me mum loves you
Because she has a doctorate in screwing me over
It's evident, I won your heart
And the blessed witch doesn't want to see us happy
On her birthday, I'm going to give her a gift
A nice little coffee, but poisoned
When she faints, I put her in my car
And from a cliff down, the devil takes her
A guitar of limited resources
In the middle of this mess
And since the old woman doesn't leave
On her birthday, I'm going to give her a gift
A nice little coffee, but poisoned
When she faints, I put her in my car
And from a cliff down, the devil takes her