She's got the long hair
Down beneath her collarbone
She always calls me
She needs a ride home
I ain't got no money to spend on you
But you keep calling me like you think I do
You don't mean much to me
I must mean nothing to you
She's got the cold blood
Pumping through her arteries
She's got a new ride
Filled up with batteries
You better cock your arm way back before you punch me straight in the teeth
I'm just a loser
I always knew that I'd lose her
You have gone away for way too long
You may be a cold cold bitch but we can still get along
Oh yea
Drink your medicine 'til it's gone