Mosquitoes will fly in your room
Bedsprings leave marks on me
Free but I'm not free
Heat makes me sick
But I know I'll grow out of it
No, I just can't handle it
You're a man and I can't handle it
Why don't you want to be with any of your women
Each time you leave we all know that it kills them
But not me
It only kills me slightly
And why don't you want to be with any of your children
Take yourself too seriously but beans are for spilling
Something new out of the refuse
My My My hands are all blue
And my lips curl up like curly Qs
Don't say what is not while hitting the spot
And sometimes it's true you're the only I've got
No not me, it only cures me slightly
And why would I want to be just one of your women?
Each time I leave I just cross the hall kicking
And cursing that beautiful person