and she knows you never ask her to come over
but she doesn't care
and she combs her hair over and over in the mirror
oh-oh
and she spits and swears until she can't swear anymore
and she doesn't care when you call her a whore
you better watch out for her
she'll eat you up and she'll spit out the burrs
she'll talk about you to all of the girls
but you wait for hercause she's sweeter than a honeycomb
and that's why you stay at home
and she's slower than a valium
and that's why you stay at homeand she goes so that you can hardly see her
it's so slow
and I know she's low and dirty but she told you so
lady of luck she's a roll of the dice
and it feels so right and so does your price
you'll see, she'll put a spell on you
she did it to me, and changed my point of view
she'll tie you up so that you can't move
but you wait for itcause she's sweeter than a honeycomb
and that's why you stay at home
and she's slower than a valium
and that's why you stay at home
Songwriters
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