MEAT by Georga Raath

Look me in the eye
Do you really think I’m funny
Or do you wanna love me
The way I love your money
Money is a cruel thing it’s there and then you dare to blink
Honey, I’m no fool, but it helps if that’s what you think
Think of me as your muse
How could I ever refuse?

When you touch me like I’m dinner
Like I’m the prize and you’re the winner
Like I don’t hold the trigger
Like you’re not wrapped around my finger

Does your money make you sexy baby?
If only it were all that easy
Did you think you could just fuck me baby?
To me you’re just a cashed up piece of meat

Take me to your house
Show me pictures of your wife
Whilst I ruin your perfect life
Teach you to think before you

Hail me over like a taxi
talk down because you’re fancy
Up close I see you’re acne
you forget you’re just a
Drunk, who’s on a power trip
I see the way you lick your lips

When you touch me like I’m dinner
like it’s your right to linger
like I don’t hold the trigger
Like I’m not capable of bitter

Does your money make you sexy baby?
If only it were all that easy
Did you think I’d let you fuck me baby?
To me you’re just a cashed up piece of meat

I’m the same age as your daughter
is this how you love her
staring down her T-shirt,
guzzling your liquor

ask her ‘bout her life
While you screw her with your eyes
shameless in your shit
I’m embarrassed for your wife

When you touch me like I’m dinner
like it’s your right to linger
like I’m the prize and you’re the winner
Like I won’t pull the trigger

Does your money make you sexy baby?
If only it were all that easy
Did you think you could just fuck me baby?
To me you’re just a cashed up piece of

Mistake me for a helpless baby
I’ll break you like a love sick puppy
Make you wish, you’d never touched me baby
to me you’re just a cashed up piece of meat

• Georga Raath
• Pop
• angry
• empowering music
• feminist
• fierce
• georgia
• indie pop
• meat
• pop
• Perth