Two, three, four
Well she was flatter than a pancake And nowhere near as sweet She got real good at giving head And fixing stuff to eat But then I caught her and her Uncle making out in a ditch And I asked myself 'Did I shave my balls for this?'
And I say Why, Why, Why Did you have to lie, lie, lie You used to get me high, high, high Now you're bringing me down
Why, Why, Why Did you have to lie, lie, lie You used to get me high, high, high Now you're bringing me down
I said now Why, Why, Why Did you have to lie, lie, lie You used to get me high, high, high Now you're bringing me down
Well It was back in High School It was voted 'Most likely to go to hell But then I lost my heart to that half-assed Jezebel Well I was her guy when the coke was piled high But then she licked my bag and walked right out the door
And I say Why, Why, Why Did you have to lie, lie, lie You used to get me high, high, high Now you're bringing me down
Why, Why, Why Did you have to lie, lie, lie You used to get me high, high, high Now you're bringing me down
You used to get me high, You used to get me high, You used to get me high, Now you're bringing me down
