3rd Alley - Grief Lyrics

(Words and Music by: Zack Walters)

Why you got to be bringing me grief
stealing all my time I should be calling you thief
so you fell in when I left the seat up
you should’ve turned around and looked
before planting your skinny ass butt
what am I looking at what am I feeling right now

why you got to be bringing me down
increasing my lack of money
cha-ching ain’t a pleasant sound
I turn the A/C up, you turn the A/C down
It’s like a circus on our not so merry go round
I’m tired, I’m sick, I can be a dick,

If your shrink don’t save you, ooh ooh
Then I’d have no clue what to do
If valium don’t calm you, ooh ooh
Then maybe a shovel will do

Pick me up don’t be late, pay for my food but no touchin’ my plate
Open my door, pull out my chair, you better notice when I style my hair
You didn’t call, you didn’t wait, I could just slap you right here on your face
well Oh my girl the tables have turned, I’m gonna stay til my tan lines have burned
Take out the trash, fill up my tank, say bye to your friends cause your locked on my chain
Say by to all of that your ass is mine, for all of your years or maybe just nine
blah, blah, blah, @#$%@^^ @#$&^%*$^##$ #$%^#$%^#$%

Why you got to be acting all insane
Neither jenny jones or jenny craig
could ease my endless pain
I know I should give up
I know I should give in
But round here that there we call Sinny sin, sin
I’m tired, I’m worn, my side aches from your thorn