Sell You for a Song

You come home late, Fall on your cot. You smell like something that money bought. We don't have cash, or so you say. So where did you get it and how'd you pay? The sun don't rise and set for you, You think so, but you're wrong. You tell me lies, I can't stay true— I'll sell you for a song (Hmm) You get up late, Won't say a word. You been with her, that's what I've heard. I don't own you, so I've been told. But what do I do when the nights get cold? The moon don't wane and wax for you. You think so, but you're wrong. You cause me pain, you make me blue— I'll sell you for a song. Oooh You're here, you're not. It's more than me, It's more than you, it's more like we. They're young and soft, they worry so. You coming, or going, they need to know. The stars don't shine and shoot for you. You think so, but you're wrong. You mess with mine, I'll hurt you, too— I'll sell you for a song. I'll sell you, for a song.