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Daughters – The Reason They Hate Me lyrics
Don't tell me how to do my job
You carry on like a son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
I didn't take the time to write it down though
You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys
Which one's going to give you a ride home?
Which one's going to walk you to the door?
Wonder which one's going to call?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
You gimmie-gimmie son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I can't remember what it is now
Hopin' that motion's tricks would pay off
You're gonna hope and wish all day
If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin
We could find the information that you need
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
You carry on like a son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
I didn't take the time to write it down though
You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys
Which one's going to give you a ride home?
Which one's going to walk you to the door?
Wonder which one's going to call?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
You gimmie-gimmie son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I can't remember what it is now
Hopin' that motion's tricks would pay off
You're gonna hope and wish all day
If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin
We could find the information that you need
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
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