I can tell
By the way you smell
Honey, it isn't the beer
I can see
Lipstick, who is she
Don' t tell me, babe, I don't want
To hear

What's that hair
Doing just there
Honey, it wasn't the cat
What is this
In your back pocket
Don't take it out, I don' t want
To see that

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Sugar plum, baby face
You're busting out of your white lace
Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose
Your figure's slipping down to your toes
I'm sorry, but it's true
I'm me and you're you

You come home late
Waking the neighbors
Honey, you look like a wreck
You can't stand straight
There's a stain on your trousers
That are those marks on the back
Of your neck

[Chorus]

I can hear
The same old excuses
Honey, this is the last straw
I've had it all
Black eye and bruises
Don't love me, babe, I don't want
No more

I believe
That it's time for me to leave
Pack up my bags, disappear
So, goodbye, Joe
Your services are no
Longer required, I don't want
You, dear

[Chorus]

Writer : SESHADRI, GANESH / HANEY, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC