My nickels aren’t wooden

And Tossed all my pennies in the trash

My dimes caught a fire

But my worries are a dozen

Tryna make us last

 

How many tarts does it take to fill a basket?

Oh, should you know

You got ‘em all stacked on your shelf

How much icing will suffice

Before I set a blaze in your life?

 

You put a nail in your casket

Don’t worry about putting down the shutters

It’s not with my eyes that I know

Perfume by any other name sure smells sour to me

You say you’re at work

But I’m starting to question your objectivity

 

Apparently my daddy was a glass maker

Or possibly your eyes are bigger than your stomach

Maybe it’s your liver

Because you alway seem to sliver

Out of monogamy

An Indian giver that’s what you are

You riddle me with all your sycophantic serenades

You got them soliloquies  

Yeah, you sure know how to bring every one person to their knees

I wish I was mindreader to see

when you will put me aside

 

You put a nail in your casket

Don’t worry about putting down the shutters

It’s not with my eyes that I know

Perfume by any other name sure smells sour to me

You say you’re at work

But I’m starting to question your objectivity

 

Were you a beggar in your past life

‘Cause I’ve never seen a man choose so much for so little

Don’t tell you me you went to crossroads already

I wanted to strike a deal

But when I smelled all that love juice on you

My breath went away

 

Pepe le pu has nothing on you

Your hands are never clean

It makes me worry about other things

 

How your package

Is it wrapped real tight

Do grab your blanket

And kiss your sweet life with me goodnight

‘Cause it went around

‘Cause it went around

Blame settled right in your lap

 

Honey, sweet sugar,  you a rollin’ stone

Tossed in a muddle of deception and lies you have contrived

Some spiders live in water

Stick out a needle

And reap what you row