[Peter Devaney]
I'm as sick as a dog
I'm bump on a log
I'm just trying to figure out
where it all went wrong
there's a place where you can hide
away from all the strife
from a deadbeat husband and a b**h for a wife
reap more havoc
you don't see what you do want
can't have it
oh baby what's the use
maybe we can start fresh
maybe find something new
maybe I can turn you loose
and cut my ties with you
and at the end of the day
your mouth manipulates
all the words that you're saying
so let me get one thing straight
you tell me not to worry
but you're always in a hurry
either coming or you're going
but there ain't no way of knowing where you've been
oh no, why the hell can't I just let you go
made me so jealous
feel callous over nothing
but I can't ignore this feeling in the pit of my stomach
how did I know
I just need some motivation
to get myself up and get out the door
just subtle invitation
from a first cla** who*e
and I'm begging for more
and I know