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Jani Lane Don't Trust Me


Black dress, with the tights underneath,
I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.
And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.

T-T-tongues, always pressed to your cheeks.
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth.
Tell your boyfriend (boyfriend), if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't f**king scared of him.

She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me

X's on the back of your hands,
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands,
And the set list you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page.

B-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm,
And the best is, no one knows who you are.
Just another girl alone at the bar.

She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me

Shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me (wahoo).
She wants to love me (wahoo).
She'll never leave me (wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo).
Don't trust a ho. Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho. 'cause the ho won't trust me



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