How About Them Cubbies!
I die everyday.
I dont have anything to offer you except your biggest regret.
But the offer is on the table.
Each time the phone rings my heart gets stuck in my throat,
and i need a knife to carve it out.
Im not a poet, or a saint but i get things done.
And pretty soon darling you'll be done soon.
you're another harlot with a sway in your hips.
But dont you wiggle them around here.
This time it means something.
This time we're playing for keeps.
This time the gloves come off.
I'll make OJ look like a boy scout.
I dont have anything to offer you except your biggest regret.
But the offer is on the table.
Each time the phone rings my heart gets stuck in my throat,
and i need a knife to carve it out.
Im not a poet, or a saint but i get things done.
And pretty soon darling you'll be done soon.
you're another harlot with a sway in your hips.
But dont you wiggle them around here.
This time it means something.
This time we're playing for keeps.
This time the gloves come off.
I'll make OJ look like a boy scout.