You get so lucky It makes you act quite mean You hear a lot of voices So it's hard to sip your tea yeah
It was my advice to you At each unruly path Did i said i was afraid for you I thought they would kick your ass honey
Gone gone the messenger's gone The good lady and the doctor's son So don't treat your body this way
And I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day, Next pay day
[ Adam Green Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] Shining sunglasses Red bruises on her chin Do you need another daddy I was the one who turned him in honey
Is not your dreariness That lets this good girl know What new *** ugliness Caused the baby to explode honey
Gone gone the messenger's gone The good lady and the doctor's son So don't treat your body this way
I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day, Next pay day,next pay day
