The Boss

I love my man, my baby, please

You've lost your phone, your wallet, keys

Are in your pocket, next to me

Let me let you go

You'll touch yourself, I'll get confused

Something that she wants to do

On your hands or on your man

It's coming through

My husband's feeling sick

Yeah, I feel bad for it

He's been out on the piss

And his temper's running high

He lives to run his lips

He loves to shoot the shit

I become like him

I become like him

Keep a score, that's cool for us

But if there's more, then give it up

There's not a pot to piss in here

Your labor keeps my headfuck clear

Hey, little man, dance on your toes

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

Keep a score, that's cool for us

But if there's more, then give it up

There's not a pot to piss in here

Your labor keeps my headfuck clear

Hey, little man, dance on your toes

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

You've grown older than yourself

It's plainer than it was

You held me in your palms

I held you just because

He keeps me close enough

To all the men I trust

I have become like them

I've become like him

Keep a score, that's cool for us

But if there's more, then give it up

There's not a pot to piss in here

Your labor keeps my headfuck clear

Hey, little man, dance on your toes

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

Keep a score, that's cool for us

But if there's more, then give it up

There's not a pot to piss in here

Your labor keeps my headfuck clear

Hey, little man, dance on your toes

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose

I'll huff your efforts up my nose