Tired

Pretty baby
you know that just ain't right
the way you follow me around
looking for a fight

this ain't really what I had in mind
when you and me we started
spending time together baby

Now we stay up all night with the TV
in between me and your ma
what's it gonna be

So take your momma
and all of her shoes
I'm sick of her staring at me
while she's talking to you

I'm so tired
of your lies
so sick and tired
of your mind

Now rumors say
you're gonna take another fool
well you can go ahead
and drink his money too

Promise that you'll stick around
'til the very end
but when that money's gone
he'd better think again
now baby

All day long
with them clouds around your head
chain smoking GPCs and talking shit
you're barking orders
and putting people down
but this room's empty
take a good look around
now baby

I'm so tired
of your lies
so sick and tired
of your mind

I'm so tired
of your lies
so sick and tired
of your mind

Seven days a week
lying around
wagging your finger at me saying
get up sit down get out
come back no don't do that
well I can't breathe
and I ain't too proud to beg
so baby please
help me off of my knees
You got me on the ropes
in your plastic boots with your DG hat
and your siamese poodle
and your hairless cat
oh why did I ever pay for that
I caught you a Moonpie
down in Mobile at the Mardi gras
I bought you all
the fuji apples in the Fall
but they still don't make you happy
no not at all no not at all
I'm lying in the gutter
but I'm staring at the stars

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