I know that you don't love me I know you hate my guts I know the nasty things you say About me, to those sluts
Well, maybe I'm a weasel Maybe I'm a liar Maybe I'm a skinny punk Who couldn't change a tire
I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby
I've always been this pasty I've always been this shape I'm just a teensy-weensy thing Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes
I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby
You know that you could train me You know I'd sit and beg But you think I'm just a dirty dog That tried to hump that pretty leg
I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby
Compositores: Bradley Kenneth Roberts (SOCAN), William Gregory Wells (AMRA)Editores: Greg Wells Music (BMI), Irving Music (BMI), Tannerfield Limited (SOCAN), Songs Of Polygram International Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #30773432 em 14/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM