I've working like a Trojan so I can make your house a home I until I'm hoarse, and play these fingers to the bone But you take the I bring for you, and you send me out for more I guess I won't be down on Grape anymore
You're a martyr on a mission, the devil on a dare With that royal flush you're flashing, you're down my little pair I said, Baby, your daddy You say, I call you I know And don't let ol' door hit you when you go
'Cause you're a cold, tyrant With your Barbie heads on a shelf You're a cold, tyrant But something in me needs you,
It's a pan stretch of highway, I'm the hitcher on the side Not so young and dumb, but numb and thumbing for a I see your crest that hill, and you slow to catch my eye Then you hit the gas and on your way by
That's a cold, tyrant Too tres mond to share the wealth Cold cruel But I never live without you
That Joseph in you lingers And you reign, you really pour You that Little Miss Bossy Finger But I see now all I want is more and And more and more and more and more and And more and more and of you
You can tell me you love me, if it gets you what you need You can write me off for living, dead or living, yes Or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, world But you'll always be your Little Girl
But a cold, cruel tyrant But I just help myself You're a cold, tyrant Who the hell did you get from, anyway?