This next one goes out
   To all the depressed women in the house
   Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac or the paxil
   Whatever the hell they put into that capsule
   I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage
   Grab me A shot of something along the way
   Put A smile on the front of your head
  
  
   Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
   This time, this time is A good time
   Good times
  
   Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
   And this town, this town, is A good town
   A good time. A good time
  
   You know while she's sitting by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come
   And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb
   It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved
   No let's make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth
   Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark
   So I stare at half of A beer half wishing that the transmission would stay in par
   She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't complain
   Keeps the drama up, so she doesn't forget the pain
   I keep my ? inside the reaction
   And hide my pride inside of my laughter
   It goes
  
  
  
   And I'll never forget the day you woke up
   To find A whole different world underneath your socks
   Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost
   Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I couldn't stop
   Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn
   Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
   If this livingroom fills with anymore fuss
   I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls
   If anybody watched us
   They probably called the cops, cause
   Its obvious that neither one of us can adjust
   Discussion becomes disgust
   ? the lady I thought she would save me from the bumrush
   Enough is enough, but how much is too much
   Why am I still just A sheep to your touch
   Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk
   Why do I need to see everything crushed
   It's A big map girl, it's yours if you asked
   If it dont wash up to the shore you wont discover it
   Stand to get hotter then your head with that other shit
   Swallow it to chase to follow the suffering
   But I'm still smiling, still up to no great
   Still trying to relocate
   Somewhere I'm going to find some work that matters
   Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter
   It goes