You come home late
Fall on your cot
You smell like something that money bought
We don't have cash, or so you say
So where did you get it and how'd you pay?
The Sun don't rise and set for you
You think so, but you're wrong
You tell me lies, I can't stay true—
I'll sell you for a song
You get up late
Won't say a word
You been with her, that's what I've heard
I don't own you, so I've been told
But what do I do when the nights get cold?
The Moon don't wax and wane for you
You think so, but you're wrong
You cause me pain, you make me blue—
I'll sell you for a song
You're here, you're not
It's more than me
It's more than you, it's more like we
They're young and soft, they worry so
You coming or going, they need to know
The stars don't shine and shoot for you
You think so, but you're wrong
You mess with mine, I'll hurt you, too—
I'll sell you for a song