You get so lucky

You get so lucky
It makes you act quite mean
You hear a lot of voices
So it's hard to sip your tea yeah

It was my advice to you
At each unruly path
Did i said i was afraid for you
I thought they would kick your ass honey

Gone gone the messenger's gone
The good lady and the doctor's son
So don't treat your body this way

And I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day,
Next pay day

[ Adam Green Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Shining sunglasses
Red bruises on her chin
Do you need another daddy
I was the one who turned him in honey

Is not your dreariness
That lets this good girl know
What new *** ugliness
Caused the baby to explode honey

Gone gone the messenger's gone
The good lady and the doctor's son
So don't treat your body this way

I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day,
Next pay day,next pay day