1. |
Baby, You're Crazy
02:45
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BABY, YOU'RE CRAZY
I never thought I'd feel like this before
But now's the time for me to show you the door
I never was one to get too down
Except when I wasn't fooling around
But babe I 'm through fooling around with you
(She's mad)
I hardly knew you
(She's nuts)
I couldn't tell
But Baby You're Crazy and I'm in hell
Every night you drink and breathe your stink on me
You say you're fine and "Don'cha worry 'bout me"
Sixteen personalities fill the air
I tried to get you help but you just don't care
But babe I'd start caring if I were you
(She's mad)
I hardly knew you
(She's nuts)
I couldn't tell
But Baby You're Crazy and I'm in hell
(She's mad)
I hardly knew you
(She's nuts)
I couldn't tell
But Baby You're Crazy and I'm in hell
Just fall asleep and close those weary eyes
If you keep on living like this you're gonna die
Just fall asleep and close those weary eyes
If you keep on living like this you're gonna die
(She's mad)
I hardly knew you
(She's nuts)
I couldn't tell
But Baby You're Crazy and I'm in hell
(She's mad)
I hardly knew you
(She's nuts)
I couldn't tell
But Baby You're Crazy and I'm in hell
©Toby Germano
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2. |
Not What I Like The Best
03:26
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NOT WHAT I LIKE THE BEST
You're crying and I'm coughing
We're such a beautiful pair
if I'm forced to lie here
In this slippery bed a minute longer
I know that I'll regret what we do
We smell like a combination of
Strawberries, cold cream and bourbon
But that's NWILTB
That's NWILTB
The latex probably wasn't enough of a shield
And I'll be dead in six months
But since you're the only one left here to feel
I'll take my chances
You're smoking and I'm choking
As the alarm goes off
And I finally have an excuse to get up
But that's NWILTB
That's NWILTB
I beat the sickly, dying battery wail
With your tacky pump and I break a heel in the process
But that's NWILTB
The latex probably wasn't enough of a shield
And I'll be dead in six months
But since you're the only one left here to feel
I'll take my chances
The doorbell is ringing
And you start getting dressed
So I open the door and it's your girlfriend
She's stressed
And she's something to see in her
Ugly Seals & Crofts tank top from 1973
Then she runs her fingers through her beer-matted hair
Then she starts to blush so I try not to stare
But that's NWILTB
That's NWILTB
The latex probably wasn't enough of a shield
And I'll be dead in six months
But since you're the only one left here to feel
I'll take my chances
You grab your coat
And try to kiss me goodbye
I'm trying to smile but my lips are too dry
And I'll never see you again
And THIS is what I like the best
©Toby Germano
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3. |
My Psychiatrist
02:58
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MY PSYCHIATRIST
My Psychiatrist took me out for tea
My Psychiatrist says she knows what's wrong with me
She says, "your only problem is a closed up mind,
So my hand and try to read mine"
My Psychiatrist took me out for tea
My Psychiatrist took liberties with me
My Psychiatrist knows me like no one
My Psychiatrist knows how to have fun
She says, "take four of these, and pull your pants down,
Then I'll take six and join you on the ground"
My Psychiatrist knows me like no one
My Psychiatrist-the only one I love
My Psychiatrist keeps getting to my head
My Psychiatrist keeps getting me to bed
She says, "I really don't see you getting better to soon,
So you better come see me every afternoon"
My Psychiatrist keeps getting to my head
My Psychiatrist the only one I'd wed
My Psychiatrist the only one I'd wed
My Psychiatrist the only......
One I'd wed
©Toby Germano
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4. |
On The Couch Tonight
02:21
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ON THE COUCH TONIGHT
I hear the laughing in the bedroom
I hear the moans and sighs
'Cos I'm sleeping On The Couch Tonight
I smell the sweat
I feel the banging
I try to stop the cry
'Cos I'm sleeping On The Couch Tonight
But as bad as it seems
I still have my dreams
And to be in that room
Would cause my hate to bloom
My ass is sore, my spine is aching
But I wouldn't change my mind
I'm happy to be On The Couch Tonight
Those cries of joy and tainted magic
That fill your veins like wine
Will keep me On The Couch Tonight
But as sad as it seems
I still have my dreams
And to be there in that bed
Would surely wreck my head
But as bad as it seems
I still have my dreams
And to be there in that room
Would cause my hate to bloom
I hear the footsteps out in the driveway
The car it starts and drives
But I'm staying
ON THE COUCH TONIGHT
© Toby Germano
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