Cripple and the Starfish

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting

Stingy thingy into little me, me, me

But just "ripple" said the cripple

As my jaw dropped to the ground

Smile smile

It's true I always wanted love to be

Hurtful

And it's true I always wanted love to be

Filled with pain

And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy

Screamed, "I just compeletely love you!

There's no rhyme or reason

I'm changing like the seasons

Watch! I'll even cut off my finger

It'll grow back like a starfish

It'll grow back like a starfish

It'll grow back like a starfish"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly

And he checking time did punch me

And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall

Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy

So please hit me

I am very, very happy

So please hurt me

I am very happy

So please hit me

I am very, very happy

So come on, hurt me

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish

I'll grow back like a starfish