Last Word

Your girl, she is fake and she is vile

And when you need her the most

That's when she'll leave you

With the memory of her smiling

And she is a known liar

Don't trust, don't trust her

Why don't you come?

Why don't you come over and have a little smoke?

It's okay, she and I we ain't close anymore

Let's have a little smoke

Well, this image of you here in my door

Is something I have pictured many times before

I used to have to lay down on the floor, if you'd talk to me

I used to have to lay down on the floor

Well, I shouldn't want to touch you, but I do and I will

Because I ain't used to denying it

No, I ain't used, I ain't used to your kind of attention

So I'm gonna suck it up, suck it up, suck it all up and hold it in

I'm gonna suck it up, suck it up, suck it up, all up