Bitch Face Lyrics

My bitch face shall not rest

'til I myself am dead

In bitter pills and looks that kill

my work here will be done

Has my countenance offended?

Is my visage an affront?

Have I sullied the aesthetics of your Sunday brunch?

You were hoping for an open door and I did not oblige

I can't spare you the favor, the labor of a smile

I'm sullen and I'm rude

Won't fix my attitude

My bitch face shall not rest

'til I myself am dead

In bitter pills and looks that kill

my work here will be done

I'm never going over to your fucking bright side

I swear all that is evil goes there to sleep at night

Instead I'll sing out my praises of this trait with which I'm blessed

I'll wear it proudly cause without it I'm never fully dressed

My affect is a knife

I'm here to kill your vibe

My bitch face shall not rest

'til I myself am dead

In bitter pills and looks that kill

my work here will be done

In bitter pills and looks that could kill

my work here will be done