You're not telling what you feel You just say you can't deal You're just lying in (?) You're just saying, it ain't real
Mom told you And I'll tell you You better pick it up Clean up your room
I'm not telling you what to feel I'm just saying I can't deal You're just lying like a peel I'm just saying you ain't real
Your Mom told you And I'll tell you You better straighten up Besides you messed yourself
You're so hot You bet Entangled
Tuna fish cans, chocolate wrapper Jello plugs, stuffed gorilla, phone bill Fax paper, cranberry juice, dirty socks Cds, tapes, guitar pick, new snare High school year book Comb and all those letters
Your mom told you And I'll tell you If you make me cry I'll poke your eye
I'll tell you're in for him You're lying in your room If what you say is true Then I say we're through