Blaming The Baby

I don't wanna give you the time

That you give me

I din't wanna go to a be-in with you

You put me in a box

And cut into my psyche

You will find i'm done before starting with you

I know that daddy's reached his prime

Now it's cradle robbing crime

But i'm too old for whine

Just get it over with

I don't wanna give you the time

That you give me

I don't wanna go to the islands with you

Put me in a box and make love to my skeleton

We can snuff my soul

And smoke after we're through

I can't play your touchy feel

It's not part of the deal

Won't die for every meal

Just get it over with

Good boy gone sour

Locked in a tower

Good boy gone sour

Paid by the hour

Good boy gone sour