Baby, won't you quit this haunting of my living room?
It takes all of my head not to get stuck in your American blues
[Chorus]
Baby, won't you call it quits?
Or I'll hang on like a summer tick
And I will bleed you dry
I'm a loving parasite
Oh, baby, won't you call it quits?
Baby, won't you quit this ghosting and leave me be?
'Cause my sockets are like faucets;
I'm smoking 'till my insides bleed
[Chorus]
