 
you think you are so hot 
you own the whole wide world 
that everybody depends on you 
you think thatyou are their muse 
their only hope and cure 
so why make it hard 
when you could untherstand 
that nobody is your fan 
that you are nothing more 
than a tiny hore 
Chorus 
Iґll have allways thought of you 
as a bitch 
I know all you do is 
smoke weed 
so why think you are a God 
when all you are is a slot 
No matter what I say 
youґll allways be the same 
so why bother and talk straight 
when all I can do is 
walk away. 
Chorus x3
| 1 | Misled | 
| 2 | Umpredictable | 
| 3 | My Mate | 
| 4 | The Perfect Gift | 
| 5 | Tie My Shoes | 
| 6 | That Girl | 
| 7 | Gone For A Day |