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You smell like a field
Cow-shit in the midsummer sun
I must have been mad
But I gave you all the bread that I had
(Ooh, that`s bad)
Your mother`s a freak
You know, she made me weak in my knees
Yes, you`re under her thumb
Why don`t you pack your bags and run
(And run)
You thought I was hooked
Showing me off to your friends
Wearing me like a badge
Was the only kick you ever had
(Hey, that`s bad)
I tried to re-arrange your head
And show you where you were
But you were too thick
Then your mother bust her gut
And tried to make me think like her
But I was too quick
Isn`t it sad
Well, I pity you now I`m not there
Yes, I hope you pull through
But you`re locked in your social zoo
Please shave your legs
Come on, put down that horse and behave
You know, I`ve seen it before
I ain`t never gonna see it no more, no, no, no
Oh, yeah