Cause and Effect
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Every Sunday night
I binge and I barf
'Cause I carry the scars of an eight-year-old
Whose mother applied
The same rules to a kid's body
As her own
I think you'll leave me soon
Though I've no proof of it
But I'll make it easier for you
By being a little bitch
And this is just the fear
But I think the reason
Why I'm scared you'll croak is
The only male influence I've had
After daddy up and left
Were my mother's weekend lovers
And their alcoholic breaths
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects, ow!
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet (there is a line though)
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it (though in the draw)
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot (oh-oh)
Every Sunday night
Cha-cha-cha
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Every Sunday night
I binge and I barf
'Cause I carry the scars of an eight-year-old
Whose mother applied
The same rules to a kid's body
As her own
I think you'll leave me soon
Though I've no proof of it
But I'll make it easier for you
By being a little bitch
And this is just the fear
But I think the reason
Why I'm scared you'll croak is
The only male influence I've had
After daddy up and left
Were my mother's weekend lovers
And their alcoholic breaths
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects, ow!
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet (there is a line though)
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it (though in the draw)
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot (oh-oh)
Every Sunday night
Cha-cha-cha
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Mena, Arvid Wam Solvang
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