Lyrics
Don't tell me how to do my job
You carry on like a son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I didn't take the time to write it down, though
You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boy
Which one's giving you a ride home?
Which one's gon' walk you to the door?
Wonder which one's gonna call?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
You gimme-gimme son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I don't give a goddamn to remember what it is, now
Hoping that emotionless trip's gonna pay-off
You're gonna hope and wish all day
If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin
Will you find the affirmation that you need?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
