Lyrics
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying on his pillow
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No, no, no, no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbing me but all I got is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping all over when I feel your touch
Oh yeah
Put upon my jack-eyed boots
Running wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
No, no, no, no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
WRITERS
Beck Hansen
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Top Emotion
Enjoyment
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Theme
Sexual
