I′m gonna bury you in the ground,
I'm gonna bury you with my sound,
I′m gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face,
Marceline that's too distasteful!
Sorry I don′t treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you′re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do,
Sorry I'm not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well
It′s like I'm not, even a person, am I?
Well, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn′t have to justify what I do
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn′t have to prove anything to you