Playing Dead

I know that you don't love me

I know you hate my guts

I know the nasty things you say

About me, to those slutsWell, maybe I'm a weasel

Maybe I'm a liar

Maybe I'm a skinny punk

Who couldn't change a tireI'm laying down

I'm playing dead

I ain't fetchin' no stick

No way, babyI've always been this pasty

I've always been this shape

I'm just a teensy-weensy thing

Passed on by itsy-bitsy apesI'm laying down

I'm playing dead

I ain't fetchin' no stick

No way, babyYou know that you could train me

You know I'd sit and beg

But you think I'm just a dirty dog

That tried to hump that pretty legI'm laying down

I'm playing dead

I ain't fetchin' no stick

No way, baby