Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine?
Well, I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker's rule of thumb
It's hard to talk with a Novocain tongue, yes it is
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love ain't a punishment
Hypnotized by your rotten behavior
Well, this week's fashion is last year's flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world's greatest liar, every time
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love ain't a punishment
No no, no no
So tell me baby is it true?
All those things that they say about you
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love ain't a punishment
No, no no no no
No it ain't, no it ain't
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