Tummy Hurts - Reneé Rapp

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[Intro]
  
  

[Verse 1]
       
      Maybe I 

         
should try rel

 
igion 'cause J

esus you're ha

rd to rely on
         
      I never 

       
find you in th

      
e kitchen, cou

ldn't even pay

 rent for thre

e months
  
 Oh, I heard y

              
ou, I get it, 

       
you're broke
        
 But oh, you a

        
lways had mone

     
y to smoke, th

ough

[Chorus]
         
Now my tummy h

              
urts, he's in 


love with her
          
But for what i

              
t's worth, the

         
y'd make beaut

iful babies
         
And raise 'em 

           
up to be a cou

ple of
          
Fucking monste

              
rs, like their

        
 mother and th

eir father
         
Eventually, 20


43
          
  Someone's go

              
nna hurt their

            
 little girl l

              
ike thеir dadd

       
y hurt me

[Verse 2]
    
  I just want 

/          
some recogniti


on for having 

good tits and 

a big hеart
        
  I can't beli

        
eve I let you 

    
hit it, in hin

dsight, that m

ight be the wo

rst part
   
  Oh, I taught

          
 you everythin


g you know
       
  But oh, I gu

         
ess boys, they

      
 come and they

 go

[Chorus]
         
Now my tummy h

              
urts, he's in 


love with her
          
But for what i

              
t's worth, the

         
y'd make beaut

iful babies
         
And raise 'em 

           
up to be a cou

ple of
          
Fucking monste

              
rs, like their

        
 mother and th

eir father
         
Eventually, 20


43
          
  Someone's go

              
nna hurt their

            
 little girl l

              
ike thеir dadd

  
y hurt me


[Bridge]
              
Mmm, like thei

         
r daddy hurt m

           
e-e-e-e-e-e-e-

   
e, e-e-e-e-e-e

-e-e
              
Like their dad

         
dy hurt me-e-e

       
-e-e-e-e-e, e-

  
e-e-e-e-e-e-e
              
Like their dad

         
dy hurt me-e-e

       
-e-e-e-e-e, e-

  
e-e-e-e-e-e-e
              
Like their dad

         
dy hurt me-e-e

       
-e-e-e-e-e, e-

  
e-e-e-e-e-e-e-

e-e-e-e-e-e-e

[Chorus]
         
Now my tummy h

              
urts, he's in 


love with her
          
But for what i

              
t's worth, he'

      
s her problem 

now, baby
           
And she'll sta

            
y with him, 'c

         
ause she made 

with him
          
A couple monst

              
ers, like thei

  
r mother and t

heir father
         
Yeah, eventual

     
ly, 2043
          
Someone's gonn

              
a hurt your li

            
ttle girl like

     
 you hurt me

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