Why you got to be bringing me grief
Stealing all my time I should be calling you thief
So you fell in when I left the seat up
You should've turned around and looked
Before planting your skinny a*s butt
What am I looking at what am I feeling right now
Why you got to be bringing me down
Increasing my lack of money
Cha ching ain't a pleasant sound
It's like a circus on our not so merry go round
I'm tired
I'm sick
I can be a d**k
If your shrink don't save you
Ooh ooh
Then I'd have no clue what to do
If valium don't calm you
Ooh ooh
Then maybe a shovel will do
Pick me up don't be late
Pay for my food but no touchin' my plate
Open my door
Pull out my chair
You better notice when I style my hair
Why you got to be acting all insane
Neither jenny jones or jenny craig
Could ease my endless pain
I know I should give up
I know I should give in
But round here that there we call Sinny sin
Sin
I'm tired
I'm worn
My side aches from your thorn
