Man/Woman/Chainsaw - The Boss Lyrics

I love my man my baby please
You've lost your phone, your wallet, keys
Are in your pocket, next to me
Let me let you go
You'll touch yourself, I'll get confused
Something that she wants to do
On your hands or on your man
It's coming through
My husband's feeling sick
Yeah I feel bad for it
He's been out on the piss
And his temper's running high
He lives to run his lips
He loves to shoot the shit
I become like him
I become like him
Keep a score, that's cool for us
But if there's more then give it up
There's not a pot to piss in here
Your labour keeps my headf*ck clear
Hey little man dance on your toes
I'll huff your efforts up my nose
I'll huff your efforts up my nose
I'll huff your efforts up my nose
You've grown older than yourself
Its plainer than it was
You held me in your palms
I held you just because
He keeps me close enough
To all the men I trust
I have become like them
I've become like him
Keep a score, that's cool for us
But if there's more then give it up
There's not a pot to piss in here
Your labour keeps my headf*ck clear
EP MWC Lyrics.pdf
Hey little man dance on your toes
I'll huff your efforts up my nose
I'll huff your efforts up my nose
I'll huff your efforts up my nose