All Kinds of Things

The suicide diver shatters my sleep.
With her seven floor plunge, I just can't keep
The rising bile from places deep.
My only comfort's my Bailey's seep.
A midnight call seems inappropriate
To a forty year old nymphomaniac hypochondriate
And yet again I hit the liquor cabinet.
This is the price to pay for being an idiot.

I think it's sexy.
My god what does she
Do to make me feel this way?
Playing games with me...

So here I am all alone.
I got what I deserved all along.
I've got to respect you for trying it on
But taming this beast, well it's never been done.
I really tried to be different
But I'm just the same as my nympho parent
And while I long for biceps of cement,
I know we'll never be more than friends.

I think it's sexy.My god what does sheDo to make me feel this way?Playing games with me...

I thought that you were being genuine.
I thought that you were being sincere when
We spent all that time laughin' and dancin'.
Now I know that you were just pretendin'.
Why didn't I see that you were only
Putting it on to try and seduce me?
I know you didn't want to be lonely.
You got what you wanted, now just leave me.
You're not intelligent and you're not smart.
I don't know how you got into my heart,
Playing those games like they're some form of art,
One thing I know it's time for us to part.
I'm glad that you left me all on my own.
Now I don't have to hear you whine and moan.
Abandoned I appreciate freedom.
I hope you're happy now you're all alone.