Look at how feathered his cocks are! See how seamless his frocks are Look at his paper-beating over that rockstar Look at how long she walks and how far Was she lost? or Maybe she was not for travelling in the stock car, anymore Maybe she spent her formative years Dealing with his contentious fears And endless jeers and her endless tears And maybe she's got tired of watching him Sniff white off a starlet's breast Treating his wife like less than a guest Getting his girl to clean up his mess Never showing weakness unless it's a ward's season! It's the season of the ward And she's trying to cut the cord She's tired of planting her knees on the cold, hard floor of facts Trying to act like the other girl acts And you strike me a been exact But you know that you never really go to the mat You tie everything all pretty in the second act When you know that it didn't go exactly like that! You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at! You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at! Like you know, you should know, but you don't know what you did Like you know, you should know what happened when I came to bed Like you know, you should know, but you don't know Like you know, you should know, but you don't know Like you know, you should know, but you don't know what you did Well, good morning! Good morning! You raped me in the same bed your daughter was born in Good morning! Good morning! Good morning! Good morning! You were so high You were so high