Best friend to sister, someone write the sitcom

Leaving her mister, she’s headed for the big John

Flush and futile fight, feed my fury with each night

And I haven’t got much time to watch you try and make this right

Funny how familiar a road this tale has taken

Money changed the mama with the lazy eye

Laid herself beside the guy that every woman’s craving And someone told me the plot will always

Sicken with misbehaving

You raised me like a mother then you cut me down cold

Say you have no doubt

You raised me like a mother then became another lover, yet another Say you have no doubt

Will you drown in your guilt? Say you have no doubt

Will you drown in your guilt? Say you have no doubt

Will you drown in your guilt?