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The Defenestratin' Blues
Well, I come home in the mornin', 'bout a quarter to three
And I had no idea you'd be waitin' for me
With the music slow, and the lights down low,
And a look on your face that says you're ready to go.
Hair up fine and a bottle of wine,
But if I take you back, baby, would you hurt me this time?
Seems I can't keep your attention, but that's how it goes.
You know, you change your mind about me more often than your clothes.
But you're the girl of my dreams, and I've got no self-esteem...
Everytime you treat me bad, I pull my hair out and scream.
I piss and I moan and I cuss and I whine,
How long, baby, til you hurt me this time?
Cos this time, ain't no returnin'.
This time, ain't no comin' back.
This time, you better listen to me,
This time, I ain't cuttin' no slack.
See, you spent all my money and smashed up my car.
Ain't gonna wake up in the mornin' to wonder where you are.
Ain't gonna wonder every day why you treat me this way,
Or if it's just some sick fuckin' game that you play.
And if I let you away with it, that'd be a crime...
No dice, baby. You shot snake-eyes, this time.
Now I don't give a damn that I live on the tenth floor.
Y'see, I had all I can take and I ain't takin' no more.
So I suggest that you try to grow wings, now, and fly
Cos if you can't manage it, you're gonna die.
And when you hit the pavement you'll be flat like a dime...
Pick a window, baby, cos you're leavin' this time.
Cos this time, ain't no returnin'.
This time, ain't no comin' back.
This time, you better listen to me,
This time, I ain't cuttin' no slack.