Why? - Darla lyrics

Darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen I know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft But your cage is just too small to move in, We're f**ing groovin' in the city It's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo. And i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, That you weren't born for the cage in life And i know that your ovulation's private And you're ready to be fertilized. Darla, you never said you were unhappy Or you feel crappy Never said anything at all But i know you know you're not living the good life If i could i'd pick lock you free, You'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st. That'd be neat. And i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, That you were born for the cage in life And i know that your ovulation's private And you're ready to be fertilized.