Zoë Starra - Virus Lyrics

He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
When he gets infected with the virus I want a refund
Virus
Virus
Virus
Virus
Little miss sex toy, concubine, any time
Said I was just a whore
Said he deserved more
Said I better pay for his time
I said he should pay for mine
I'll charge by the hour
I'll take back the power
You fucking coward
Go cry in the shower
I haven't seen him since
I haven't seen him since
So sick, he was a virus
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
When he gets infected with the virus I want a refund
You think you can touch me freely
Even when I'm asleep (whoa)
You say feminism don't belong in the sheets
You virus, you creep
You destroyed my peace
Couldn't respect me 'cause you're too weak
You tried tearing me down
You'd've tarnished my crown
I rise up while you sink deeper into the ground
Poor little boy, no crib no toys
Left his window open, caught a virus, left broken
And no mother to hold him
Another soul left stolen
But I'm still sick
But I'm still sick

He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
When he gets infected with the virus I want a refund
Virus
Virus
Virus
Virus
Little miss sex toy, concubine, any time
Said I was just a whore
Said he deserved more
Said I better pay for his time
I said he should pay for mine
I'll charge by the hour
I'll take back the power
You fucking coward
Go cry in the shower
I haven't seen him since
I haven't seen him since
So sick, he was a virus
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
He made me feel really sick, so I bought a better one
When he gets infected with the virus I want a refund
You think you can touch me freely
Even when I'm asleep (whoa)
You say feminism don't belong in the sheets
You virus, you creep
You destroyed my peace
Couldn't respect me 'cause you're too weak
You tried tearing me down
You'd've tarnished my crown
I rise up while you sink deeper into the ground
Poor little boy, no crib no toys
Left his window open, caught a virus, left broken
And no mother to hold him
Another soul left stolen
But I'm still sick
But I'm still sick