Killers never hurt feelings There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix Gonorrhea Gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings

You're a fool to cry Daddy you're a fool to cry And it makes me wonder why" I'm a fool baby She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry I put my head on her shoulder When I come home baby And I've been working all night long

I can make a thug cry, tonight There's something 'bout you Baby we got to Give it all that we got for the moment Watch me make a thug cry, tonight Cause that's how true love is supposed to be ain't it When it feels so good it shakes all your belief, baby

And if I get scared (I'll hold you tighter) When they're tryna get to you baby I'll be the fighter What if I fall (I won't let you fall) What if I cry (I'll never make you cry) What if I cry I promise I'll never make you cry I know he hurt you Made you

Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

That's one day when I'm with you I'm blue every Monday Thinking only of Sunday It seems I sigh all day Tuesday I cry all day Wednesday Oh my how I long for you And then comes Thursday, gee it's long it never goes by Friday makes me feel like I'm gonna

I don't belong here I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

Your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down like fallin' rain You'll toss around and call my name You're gonna walk that floor the way I do Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the

Some girls are all about it Some girls they love to let it fly Some girls can't live without it Some girls are born to make you cry About the girls of summer (What do you know, what everybody's talking about) When winter hush turns summer pink In half

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you