i don't wanna give you the time that you give me i din't wanna go to a be-in with you you put me in a box and cut into my psyche you will find i'm done before starting with you i know that daddy's reached his prime now it's cradle robbing crime but i'm too old for whine just get it over with i don't wanna give you the time that you give me i don't wanna go to the islands with you put me in a box and make love to my skeleton we can snuff my soul and smoke after we're through i can't play your touchy feel it's not part of the deal won't die for every meal just get it over with good boy gone sour locked in a tower good boy gone sour paid by the hour good boy gone sour
