Ou 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 mama next pay day
Next pay day
Shining sunglasses
Red bruises on her chin
Do you need another daddy
I was the one who turned him in honey
It's not your dreariness
That lets this good girl know
What new amount of 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 mama next pay day
Next pay day, next pay day
Adam Green - You Get So Lucky Lyrics
Adam Green - You Get So Lucky Lyrics
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Ou 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 mama next pay day
Next pay day
Shining sunglasses
Red bruises on her chin
Do you need another daddy
I was the one who turned him in honey
It's not your dreariness
That lets this good girl know
What new amount of 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 mama next pay day
Next pay day, next pay day
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 mama next pay day
Next pay day
Shining sunglasses
Red bruises on her chin
Do you need another daddy
I was the one who turned him in honey
It's not your dreariness
That lets this good girl know
What new amount of 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 mama next pay day
Next pay day, next pay day
Writer: Adam Green
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management