Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? - James Euringer

You, you worry about nothing That's what I find soo crazy about you There's no silver lining, no grey sky that could ever be blue You see smiles upside down And you wonder why everyone's wearing a frown You don't trust the sun coz it's always setting down Here you go putting me down again In way it'll be okay And I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do Putting me in my place At the bottom of the human race I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do. You're dying all the time That's what I find soo funny about you You're the one in a million to catch the incurable flu Here you go putting me down again In way it'll be okay And I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do Putting me in my place At the bottom of the human race I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do. You worry all the time You worry about everything I do I trip and fall and you scream like it happened to you You worry all the time That's what I find soo crazy about you There's no silver lining, no grey sky that could ever be blue Here you go putting me down again In way it'll be okay And I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do Putting me in my place At the bottom of the human race I suppose it must feel good to you Here you go putting me down again In way it'll be okay And I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do Putting me in my place At the bottom of the human race I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do. Here you go putting me down again In way it'll be okay And I suppose it must feel good to you To treat me like you do

Ow! Cat's droolin' on the bar stool Shake your hips and crack your whips Cheap seventeen and trashed out You went too far, been a bitch you are Your reputation's in the bathroom It's on the wall and down the hall I hear you're cheatin' with my teacher After school, tell me what you do? When you know You always get the boys you like Play nice then stick them with your knife Take off your insecure disguise Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs? Is that you? (Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs?) Is that you, lookin' half way dead? Write on the mirror with your lipstick Much too vain, got scattered brains You used me just enough to get off Act your age, get off your stage When you know You always get the boys you like Play nice then stick them with your knife Take off your insecure disguise Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs? Is that you? (Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs?) Is that you, lookin' half way dead? Is that you? (Is that you, lookin' half way dead?) Is that you, with your long black hair? Ow! You always get the boys you like Play nice then stick them with your knife You always get the boys you like Play nice then stick them with your knife Take off your insecure disguise Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs? Is that you? (Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs?) Is that you, lookin' half way dead? Is that you? (Is that you, lookin' half way dead?) Is that you (Is that you?) with your long black hair? Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs? (Is that you?) Is that you? (Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs?) Oh, baby Is that you (Is that you?) lookin' half way dead? Is that you? (Is that you, lookin' half way dead?) Oh, baby Is that you (Is that you?) with your long black hair? Is that you? (Is that you with your long black hair?) Oh, baby, is that you? (Is that you crawlin' up my stairs?) Oh, baby, is that you? (Is that you baby half way dead?) Oh, baby, is that you?

Cigarette ash in my corduroy She's telling me, I'm nothing but a sad boy I'm not expensive, I'm worthless And I can't speak any german What's the point? Sick of waiting up all night Just to see if you would sleep by my side Shaking in your skin, you're upset when the drugs start kicking in Don't you realize that you played me like a game? It's a shame When I stepped off the front stoop of that house All of the alcohol I swallowed came out There you were, there was he Just something I knew that I would see