You get so lucky
It makes you act quite mean.
You hear a lot of voices
So it's hard to sip your tea, yeah.
What was my advise to you
At each unruly path?
Did I say I was afraid of you?
I thought they would kick your ass, honey.
Gone, gone, the messenger's gone.
The good lady and the doctor's son.
So don't treat your body this way.
And I bet you kill your Mama next pay day.
Next pay day.
Shining sunglasses,
Red bruises on her chin.
Do you need another daddy?
I was the one who turned him in, honey.
It's not your greasiness
That lets this good girl know.
What new amount of ugliness cause you, baby, to explode, honey?
Gone, gone, the messenger's gone.
The good lady and the doctor's son.
So don't treat your body this way.
And I bet you kill your Mama next pay day.
Next pay day.