Lyrics

Go on, tell me I’m wrong
Peel off and go home
Settle my hash all the way to your house
I won’t hear a thing, but you’ll feel better

Tell my picture what you think
Pour my liquor down the sink
Cry to mama how I do you so bad
Like mama’s got the stuff to make you feel better

Go huddle up again with your little band of confidantes
Fill them in on almost everything that’s going on
Get ‘em to cluck a tongue and tell em that you’re shut of me
Then come on back for a dose of reali-

Tea and honey, sympathetic shoulder and a smile
That kind of thing’ll get you over for a while
Come a late night that itch is gonna get you
Out of bed and on the phone looking to feel better

Won’t be long the pretty people you been singing to to
They’re gonna turn around and show their pretty backs to you
Pretty melody but the lyrics are such a snooze
They’d perk right up if you wailed em some blues

Then come back for some hijinks
Yeah whatever those guys think
I don't hear about them when you’re hanging with me
Take five if you like but don't ever forget
I make you feel good you don't have to feel better