I've been working a Trojan so I can make your house a home I sing until I'm hoarse, and these fingers to the bone But you take the love I bring for you, and you me out for more I guess I won't be down on Grape Street
You're a martyr on a mission, you're the devil on a With that royal flush you're flashing, you're beating down my pair I said, Baby, your daddy You say, I call you I know And don't let that ol' hit you when you go
'Cause you're a cold, tyrant With your Barbie heads lined on a You're a cold, cruel But something in me you, honey
It's a pan stretch of highway, I'm the hitcher on the side Not so and dumb, but numb and thumbing for a ride I see your Continental that hill, and you slow to catch my eye you hit the gas and wave on your way by
That's a cold, tyrant Too tres sous to share the wealth cruel tyrant But I could never live you
That Joseph Stalin in you And when you reign, you pour You play that Miss Bossy Finger But I see now all I is more and more And more and more and and more and more And more and more and of you
You can me that you love me, if it gets you what you need You can write me off for living, or living, yes indeed Or you can don that superhero and go save the whole, wide world But you'll always be your Little Girl
But what a cold, tyrant But I just can't myself You're a cold, cruel Who the did you get that from, anyway?