Got a million ills to feed on
Need a bartender to bleed on
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta
Be the wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I don’t deserve another chance, Stan
Couldn’t keep it in my pants, Man
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
Doctors say I got a sick head
Cuz I’m always such a dickhead
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I heard a politician
His tongue was made of gold
He whetted all my wishin
What a tale he told
But once he got elected
He didn’t change a thing
His words were all infected
But Lord that man could sing
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
A man came from the city
What a song he sung
He made me feel so pretty
He made me feel so young
Now my soul is scarred
From all the things he did
He maxed out all my cards
And left me with a kid
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
When I see two people happy
I start to scheme and plan
I’ve always got a hunger
For somebody else’s man
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s charming and he’s handsome
He’s difficult to get
I‘ve had eleven like him
I’m collecting the whole set
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s muscular and tall
And he drives a German car
My life is a movie
And I’m making him a star
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
I’ll have him, I’ll discard him
I’ll find another mate
Vittles look so tasty
When they’re on a different plate
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
You never like my cooking You said my roast was dry You wouldn’t eat my lasagna You won’t touch my cherry pie If you don’t munch on something I’ll get another guy
I do everything you ask me to What T F is wrong with you? I’m loyal and I’m pretty too What T F is wrong with you? A bigger fool I never knew What T F is wrong with you?
You never liked my family You said my dad was dirt You came to brunch on Sunday But you didn’t bring your shirt If my brothers ever see you They’ll fill you up with hurt
I do everything you ask me to What T F is wrong with you? I’m loyal and I’m pretty too What T F is wrong with you? A bigger fool I never knew What T F is wrong with you?
You never do the dishes You never mop the floor You think that I’m your maid You think that I’m your whore You said you need direction So, buddy there’s the door
I do everything you ask me to What T F is wrong with you? I’m loyal and I’m pretty too What T F is wrong with you? A bigger fool I never knew What T F is wrong with you?
Teacher says my kid is bad
Pinching girls and punching boys
Says he’s quite the lively lad
Busting heads and breaking toys
I gotta raise the feller right
I can’t tolerate no sass
Every time the school calls
I always beat his little ass
He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society
Police got my boy downtown
For smashing glass and taking beer
I guess I’ll get another round
Before I sneak on outta here
I’m ashamed that he’s my son
That ain’t the way that he was taught
We all like to have our fun
But only idiots get caught
He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society
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