Letra de Get My Goat

You get my goat; I'll slit your throat I'll cut your head off while I'm at it we've got a date so don't be late; I don't think eight is all that early you're never ready, you're never ready we're going steady, so what's your problem? I'll give you something to cry about! I could care less about how you dress just bring plenty of money let's make the scene before things get mean and, baby, don't call me honey you're never ready... I'll give you something to cry about!