The Pitcher Song

The Pitcher Song

Where do you get off running around on me?
Winking at that boy at table three...
If he only knew - half the things I do
I swear that he would never talk to you.

(Chorus) But if you were a pitcher I’d drink you til I dropped
And if you were a cigarette I’d smoke you til I coughed
But since you're just a memory this pain won’t ever stop
This here’s where I get off.

He don’t know the sinks clogged with your hair
He don’t see the wonder bra that I know you wear...
He don’t know the work you did to get into them jeans
He don’t know they’re busting at the seams.

(Chorus)

Well I’m not here tonight to cause a scene
I’d just like to tell him all the places that you’ve been... I hate to admit it as I watch you slither past
All that’s left to say is KISS MY ASS...

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