Tytuł: A nifty little number like you

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