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    I hit my head real hard, I woke up in a jar
    On top of his blue metal shelf full of trinkets
    He'd dust me off each day, I'm made of porcelain clay
    I feed him kisses so I don't break down to pieces

    And now he's hungry, I'll feed him candy
    You're screamin' at me loud, screamin' at me loud, screamin' at me loud

    Baby, I'm your possession, handle me like a weapon
    Gaslight me right, tell me: Keep quiet
    I'll go along, di-di-dum
    Put me up like a prize, I'll be a good housewife
    You won't see me cry when women come by
    I'll go along, di-di-dum

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    Dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di, dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum (di-di-dum, di-di-dum)

    He leaves me all alone, from dusk to fuckin' dawn
    I'll clean up after all his shit, I'm the housekeeper
    He comes home drunk at night, of course he picks a fight
    I try my best to bite my tongue, but it keeps bleedin'
    How could he love me if he won't see me?
    I'm crying with a knife, wanna take my life, never treats me right

    Baby, I'm your possession, handle me like a weapon
    Gaslight me right, tell me: Keep quiet
    I'll go along, di-di-dum
    Put me up like a prize, I'll be a good housewife
    You won't see me cry when women come by
    I'll go along, di-di-dum

    Dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di, dum, di-di-dum
    Dum, dum, dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum, di-di-dum

    Took the keys and left, drove into a tree
    Looked around for a minute, people starin' at me
    A concussion reversin' all the damage I had
    May be bruised, but it's not that bad

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    Composition: Melanie Martinez and Christopher J Baran

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