Girl

Girl, you're a healer and I'm a big sore
I'm a nine-slash stitch and I don't want you no more
you make me sick, you make me sad
you're the best damn lover that I ever had,
except for the girl with the golden pliers
(mama se, mama sa, mama, hey hey)
except for the son who slips and sires
(mama se, mama sa, mama se mama sa mama, hey hey)

Girl, you're a dealer, I'm the cement floor
you're the tracks on my body and I don't want you no more
you make me happy, you make me high
you slice me a piece of the apple pie
but the cross-hatch crust your heart requires
(mama se, mama sa, mama, hey hey)
is the last temptation of the humble prior
(mama se, mama sa, mama se mama sa mama, hey hey)

ah, nobody knows me, no know
ah, nobody hearts me, no heart

Girl, you're a kneeler and I wax your floor
you're a real believer and I don't want you no more
you make me hate you when you lock your jaw
you're the worst damn liar that I ever saw
except for the lover I left on the train
(mama se, mama sa, mama, hey hey)
except for the love I pushed off the plain
(mama se, mama sa, mama se mama sa mama, hey hey)