Tin Huey – Living with Strangers

Tin Huey – Living with Strangers Lyrics

Artist: Tin Huey
Song: Living with Strangers

You lay your crap on me
You got it rough, you got it tough enough for three
I knew you once before, you wh#re
You called yourself a call girl, not to me

I got the scars if you want to know
And I suspect you’d cry if you’d seen the show
But I’m still unsure if you’d stay to see
So I don’t want you to talk to me

I don’t know why you got to prove to everybody is so cool
I think that anyone that knows you has to see
That you’re a g#dd#mned fool
I licked out wastebaskets with my tongue

And my life has made me feel anything but young
But I heard what you do, and I know your fee
And I don’t want you to talk to me
I can’t afford to call you no more

I gotta bring my things to your door
You’re staying cool, you say, “Come on down”
You must take me for some kind of clown
I got no money to go downtown

No
Screw your mother, I’m coming down
You better deliver, I’m coming down
Public opinion dictates I’ve got to be tolerant of you

Moral fatigue has cost me, now I’ve got to give you your due
You crave excitement and that makes sense
But I’ve seen the books you read, and I think I’d guess
If you lived like those people, you’d become unglued

And that’s why I don’t want to talk to you
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Release Year: 1999