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I'm sick of wakin' up alone. |
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Honey, I'm pleading, |
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Let's put away the sticks and stones, |
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Be human beings. |
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'Cause I have the sense to be afraid to be a fool. (Oh) |
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I have the sense to be afraid to be a fool. (Oh) |
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You push me out. |
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You push me out, again. |
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You push me up. |
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You push me up against a wall. |
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You told me once your body flowed |
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With milk and honey. |
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What ever happened to our boy, |
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Inside your tummy? |
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Oh, I had the sense to be afraid to be a fool (Oh) |
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but I'm on a fence to make you stay or to be cruel. (Oh) |
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You push me out. |
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You push me out, again. |
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You push me up. |
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You push me up against a wall. |
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You push me out. |
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You push me out, again. |
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You push me up. |
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You push me up against a wall. |
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You perfume-covered, helpless Louse: |
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Look on the bright side. |
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See, every time you laugh out loud, |
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I'm crying inside. |
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But I have the sense to be afraid to be the fool. (Oh) |
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Try common sense, make me believe, |
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Believe in you. |
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'Cause, I should have known. |
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Yeah, I should have known. |
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Yeah, I should have known |
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You'd kick me hard when I'm on the ground. (Oh) |
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Kick me hard when I'm on the ground. (Oh) |
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You'd kick me hard when I'm on the ground (Oh) |
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Kick me hard when I'm on the ground (Oh) |
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(I'm sick of wakin' up alone. |
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Honey, I'm pleading, |
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Let's put away the sticks and stones, |
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Be human beings) |
