Cut & Dirty

I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me

Just stop and think
Pull your head in quick
And do the smart thing
Double check your clique
For stupid mischief
And overrated parties
God I hate this shit
This passion pop drink

Who am I to try and understand
Oh why? They treat each other like that
They'll find their empty lovers hand

Get it on, get it on
Whatcha score on the floor?

Where have you been? What have you seen?
You haven't been to my door lately

Can't you see, can't you see?
What your selling to me

Do you care? are you aware?
You think you're young and free

Get him home, get him home
Get your mumma on the telephone

It wasn't me it wasn't me
It was cut and dirty

What do you mean? What do you mean?
Where is he? Where is he?

Have you heard, Have you heard?
He aint with us anymore

I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me
I can't believe what you're gonna do for me



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Klein
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