Midnight Lament

Our love is a bar fight. Ithought you were a knock out. Nine rounds and still no champ. Just a couple of chumps sitting in the local saloon. Sipping and picking olike a couple of fools I'm down on the mat. You called me stupid and fat. Yelling in my face that I ain't got no taste. I'm lazy and crazy. Oh yeah and what about you. One, two three I got up and free before the count of ten. And I'm not putting with more of your sins. I'm Free. Yeah baby I'm free. If only looks could kill. You say I got no skills. I can't even get a job. I'm just yellow like corn on the cob. And nothing but a flop who can't get it up. Baby please treat me right. Ain't nothing to do but start another barstool fight