Songtext von A Nifty Little Number Like You

You smell like a field Cow-shit in the midsummer sun I must have been mad But I gave you all the bread that I had (Ooh, that's bad) Your mother's a freak You know, she made me weak in my knees Yes, you're under her thumb Why don't you pack your bags and run (And run) You thought I was hooked Showing me off to your friends Wearing me like a badge Was the only kick you ever had (Hey, that's bad) I tried to re-arrange your head And show you where you were But you were too thick Then your mother bust her gut And tried to make me think like her But I was too quick Isn't it sad Well, I pity you now I'm not there Yes, I hope you pull through But you're locked in your social zoo Please shave your legs Come on, put down that horse and behave You know, I've seen it before I ain't never gonna see it no more, no, no, no Oh, yeah Well, your whole domestic scene And the way your life was run It made me so sick (So sick) That a nifty little number like you Could show anyone a few tricks