bread butter tea sugar

Wolf Alice

How could I hate you?
Can t even like you less
So I just hate myself instead
Why would I want to
Wake up alone in my bed
When I could have you here between my legs?

I know you re no good
But you re my wicked pleasure
Feeding me charm
In miniature measures

Don t want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don t want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better

How could I hate you?
Somehow I like you more
You are just what I m qualifi?d for
And when the last of the sand hits th? hourglass floor
Carve my name on the tombstone
The badman s whore

Don t want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don t want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better

Under the shadow of a mountain
I pay no mind to move
There is still some scattered light
It warms me up like it could reach me inside
And then I come into a clearing
And then I come into a clearing
And I come into a clearing