I went to sleep at eleven Woke up at four I thirst I thirst for more I drank too much I forgot the score
Have you won yet, Or are we just like before ? Have you manned up yet, Or are you waiting for A miracle to be performed?
Because you can wish With all your might for happiness To swim ashore But you won't be happy none Until you given all you've won And evened out the score
Lay down your hand That royal flush Cash in your winnings Listen to me like you did before
I'm tired of being your little woman Buying your trash Cooking the cash
Why don't you get up off the floor, And help me some Before I become All that you hate And walk right out that door
Written in reference to knowing too much about a fellow females relationship.