The Boss

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 labour 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 labour 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 labour 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 labour 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