Copyright 2009 Ian Marquis, all rights reserved.
She says I can't get it up
Long enough, just to please her
But the guy next door does the trick
She'd better give it up
Cause it's my turn to squeeze her
And I don't care
About some other guy's dick
It's a tragedy
Cause I don't wanna do this
But you give me no choice, my dear
I'm gonna give you up
Cause I don't want to need you
In the morning you ain't gonna be here
I left you out
By the curb with your suitcase
Only you were inside it, my dear
They're gonna pick you up
With the trash Monday morning
When he comes, you ain't gonna be here
And if the neighbors ask
Hey, what happened to your girlfriend?
I'll just tell 'em that you're
Out with your friends
That's not really true
Cause I know where you're off to
And you ain't coming back here again
I am harder than a rock
Who the hell are you to talk?
And fuck that guy who lives next door
The bastard went and made my girl a whore
She says I can't get it up
I've gotta give her up
She says I only get it up
Long enough, just to tease her
But the neighbor sees
Her through to the end
She'd better give it up
Cause it's my turn to please her
When she's gone
She ain't gonna come again
I am harder than a rock
Who the hell are you to talk?
She says I can't get it up
I've gotta give her up
