Oh, God, deliver me
From my enemies
These women in green
Winter coats
Working for the tip
Don't paint your lips
And don't bite, I'm bating you
And don't cry, 'cause they want you to
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
How I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze
Please don't drop bombs on me
I beg of thee
Just leave me in peace
I have cold, kind, and lemon eyes
Oh, lemon eyes
Oh, my God
And don't suck your gut so tight
Don't cut your hair so nice
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
How I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze
Don't bite, I'm begging you
Don't leave when I curse at you
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
How I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze
