A Nifty Little Number Like You Lyrics

You smell like a field Cow-shirt in midsummer sun I must have been mad But I gave you all the bread that I had Your mother's a freak She made me weak in my knees You're under her thumb Why don't you pack your bags and run Isn't it sad I pity you now I'm not there I hope you pull through But you're locked in your social zoo I tried to re-arrange your head And show you where you were But you were too sick Then your mother bust her guf And tried to make me think like her But I was too quick You thought I was hooked Showing me off to your friends Wearing me like a badge Was the only kick you ever had Please shave your legs Put down that horse and behave I seen it before I ain't never gonna see it no more You whole domestick scene And the way your life was run Made me so sick That a nifty little number like you Could show anyone a few tricks