Bread Butter Tea Sugar Lyrics by Wolf Alice
How could I hate you?
Can’t even like you less
So I just hate myself instead
Why would I want to
Wake up alone in my bed
When I could have you here between my legs?
I know you’re no good
But you’re my wicked pleasure
Feeding me charm
In miniature measures
Don’t want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it’s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don’t want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it’s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
How could I hate you?
Somehow I like you more
You are just what I’m qualified for
And when the last of the sand hits the hourglass floor
Carve my name on the tombstone
The badman’s ***
Don’t want a dish without salt
Bread without butter
If it’s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Don’t want a dish without salt
Tea without sugar
If it’s bad for me, good
I feel bad suits me better
Under the shadow of a mountain
I pay no mind to move
There is still some scattered light
It warms me up like it could reach me inside
And then I come into a clearing
And then I come into a clearing
And I come into a clearing