Lyrics

She's like a dark black cloud that can't make rain
A beautiful flower who's seeds are plain
She can't lose and I can't gain
She's not crazy but she drives me insane, insane
What does that say about me
It certainly makes me doubt me
She give me my daily ration
Of shipshape and Bristol fashion
She ain't got soul, she ain't got passion
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
When she speaks my face turns ashen
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
I'm hot as fire for her dispassion
Cause she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
She's transparent but she's not clear
When she gets close she doesn't feel near
She cries out loud but never sheds a tear
She drives a car she doesn't have to steer, no fear
Maybe cause my sun is setting
I ask for exactly what I'm getting
She give me my daily ration
Of shipshape and Bristol fashion
She ain't got soul, she ain't got passion
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
When she speaks my face turns ashen
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
I'm hot as fire for her dispassion
Cause she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
She give me my daily ration
Of shipshape and Bristol fashion
She ain't got soul, she ain't got passion
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
When she speaks my face turns ashen
But she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
I'm hot as fire for her dispassion
Cause she's shipshape and Bristol fashion
Written by: Billy Bob Thornton, J.D. Andrew
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