i don't wanna hear about
your
bankbook size, because
the
most that you can do is merely
fantasize
you became popular from
your
sexual ties, i-i-i
don't
believe you know
what my paycheck
really buys
what you gonna do?
what you gonna
do-do?
i want an answer
i want the
truth
who you gonna do-do on today
on whose
body will you defecate
who you gonna
do-do on today
i don't want a girl
with shitstains
would you?
my psychiatrist advises that i
move
out now, because there
isn't any kind
of explanation how
you became the
dirty woman
everybody knows i-i
should
never got married to a goddam
cow
your occupation hasn't any
worthwhile
cause, because your
physical
appearance is
a pile of scuz
your
unusual aroma
don't give me no
buzz
have you no idea of
what a
toilet does?
everytime we fuck you make me
sore
and red, cause i am
seeing my
psychiatrist about my head
he taught
me how to write the kind of
songs you
said would make you
filthy every
chance you had a
man in bed
who you gonna do-do on today
on whose
body will you defecate
who you gonna
do-do on today
i don't want a girl
with shitstains
would you?
i hate you!
you stink
©1978 r.stevie moore
as appears on
sheetrock
port-o-san
(bootleg)
