Mr. Connecticut

Kiss the knife that stabs me in the back
Oh I'm so pathetic for Mr. Connecticut
Always puts his money where his mouth is
Never bet a dollar on things named after me
But I give him what he wants
I give him what he asks for
And I do it all for free
And I am just a little entertainer
Wife to be, I make the bed and have the party
But he is still a guest in my apartment
Doesn't even stay for a second beer
But I give him what he wants
I give him what he asks for
And I do it all for free
If I lived in another city, I'd get his time of day
It's already the afternoon, hey baby ain't just that the truth
He's not a rhombus, he's a square
At least I see from over there it's not a love triangle
Love triangle
He's Mr. Wrong, Mr. Right
He's Mr. Connecticut state of mine



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Writer(s): Natalie Wilson
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