Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daughters
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daughters
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't tell me how to do my job
Carry on like a son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
Oh no, I didn't take the time to write it down though
[Verse 2]
You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys
Which one's gonna give you a ride home?
Which one's gonna walk you to the door?
Wonder which one's gonna call
[Verse 3]
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
[Verse 4]
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
[Verse 5]
Don't tell me how to do my job
You gimme-gimme son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I don't give a good goddamn to remember what it is now
[Verse 6]
Hoping that emotionless trip's gonna pay off
You're gonna hope and wish all day
If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin
To find the affirmation that you need
[Verse 7]
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
And pretend, and pretend, and pretend
[Verse 8]
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
[Verse 9]
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
[Verse 10]
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
Written by: Daughters