Daddies

You look so pretty and I look so mean On the night we filled our bodies with amphetamines And we just sit and we just talk About our daddies and our faults And you would breathe as would I Watching your body too synchronize Every move, -y move, -y move, -y move But you ain't coming home soon No you ain't coming home soon Well Well I'm a jackass I'm a dog How many more of these sad songs can one boy write Well nothing is But something was And I believe it still can be If you would sit If you would talk If you would come If you would leave If you You But you But you ain't coming home soon No you ain't coming home soon Well I was hanging in the gutter But I do believe you fluttered in your bed When I entered And my head was received by your silky hide