Why D'Ya Do It?
by Marianne Faithfull
When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole ****ing week
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Why d'ya let that trash
Get ahold of your cock
And get stoned on my hash?
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Why d'ya let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favor
Don't put me in the dark
Why d'ya do it?, she said
They're mine, all your jewels
You just tied me to the mast
Of the ship of fools
Why d'ya do it?, she said
When you know it makes me sore
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny
And I believe in giving to the poor
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Why d'ya spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now?
Is this just a bad patch?
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Why d'ya do what you did?
You drove my ego
To a really bad skid
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Ain't nothing to laugh
You just tore all our kisses
Right in half
Why d'ya do it?, she said
Why d'ya do what you did?
Betray my little oyster
For such a low bid
Why d'ya do it?, she screamed
After all we've said
Every time I see your dick
I see her **** in my bed
The whole room was swirling
Her lips were still curling
Oh, big gray mother
I love you forever
With your barbed-wire pussy
And your good and bad weather
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