Lyrics

You won't get much sleep in that house You wanna blow off steam well good luck Finding any relief to compete with her mouth She'll scream and shout Till she's red in the face There's no better place To bicker all your fickle little troubles away Just be ready to give what you take You'll pay more than green for your turn Handmaiden or queen, same price And the shorter your fuse Well the hotter she'll burn Take it from us We were in your shoes once New in town hearing rumors Bout a woman with a cutlass for a tongue In a house where she deals Degradation to her patients like a drug A villain to some But a savior to most She's gotta break you down So she can wake up your ghosts Torture your demons To free your soul So one by one we stepped in And one by one we crawled out Without a shred of a doubt We'd be back again Not a pill Not a bud Not a glass Could even hold a candle To a damsel as crass as she You won't get much sleep in that house
Writer(s): Spencer Hood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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