Pekingese

Every time you talk to me
Got a little attitude no courtesy
Got the whole town thinking you're VIP
But the flicker in your eye says jealousy
I can't be your limousine
Jet set smoking under mezzanines
With a voice that turns two billion knees
Puppy dog eyes little Pekingese

She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on

Are you worth your weight in gold
Is that why you leave me home
Are you worth your weight in gold
Is that why you're far from home

Let the telephone ring around 2 am
About a million motherfuckers on the other end
They're grabbing, they're scratching, begging at your knees
Paranoia on my mind, are you leaving me

She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on
She thinks she's got it going on

Are you worth your weight in gold
Is that why you leave me home
Are you worth the pain you bring
Sever my last heartstring



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Alcorn, Jack Mcdonough
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