You smell like a field

Cow-shirt in midsummer sun

I must have been mad

But I gave you all the bread that I had

Your mother's a freak

She made me weak in my knees

You're under her thumb

Why don't you pack your bags and run

Isn't it sad

I pity you now I'm not there

I hope you pull through

But you're locked in your social zoo

I tried to re-arrange your head

And show you where you were

But you were too sick

Then your mother bust her guf

And tried to make me think like her

But I was too quick

You thought I was hooked

Showing me off to your friends

Wearing me like a badge

Was the only kick you ever had

Please shave your legs

Put down that horse and behave

I seen it before

I ain't never gonna see it no more

You whole domestick scene

And the way your life was run

Made me so sick

That a nifty little number like you

Could show anyone a few tricks