Letras:
Ben Folds Supersunnyspeedgraphic The Lp

Son, look at all the people in this restaurant What do you think they weigh? And out the window into the parking lot At their SUV's taking all of this

Well, my dog wears A path in the same line And lately I'm thinking I might take his advice 'Cause he sees through the fence And he thinks I'm free Well

You were drunk and you were surely In Latino lover mode We all know what's on your agenda You have broken the code Oh, I've got no right to lay claim

I must give the impression That I have the answers for everything You were so disappointed To see me unravel so easily But it's only change Only everything

I know that you're in there I can see you You're saying you're okay I don't believe you And now that the gig is off, the spell is broken The fat lady

Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Let's get the fuck out after you're