Your Momma's crazy
She thinks maybe I could be your Buddhamatic
And what do I get, a burned out Joan Jett
Red lipped shrieking schizophrenic
I want a bed, I need to eat
Will someone turn down the goddamned heat?
You're really useless
A boy too safe and sweet
Baby, my love is wearing thin
Black roots and red ends
Tall boots laced to your knees and back again
All things leopard
Even your sweater is something more than Andy Warhol's wet dream
Stuck up a hooker, missed the boat so I got the cabbie on the way home
I've got a spirit
But man you really bore me
Baby, my love is wearing thin
Even the people who loved you once will eat you
Sometimes you even like it cause it's real
Baby, when nothing moves me
Everything crashed down
Lately I feel this way, but only when you're around
Your Momma's crazy
She thinks maybe I could be your Buddhamatic
And what do I get, a burned out Joan Jett
How will I survive this weekend?
Not another Peter Pan, I need a real man
You're so familiar and I know what you got planned
But, baby, my love is wearing thin
