Cold, Kind, And Lemon Eyes Lyrics

Oh God, deliver me from my enemies
these women in green winter coats
working for a tip
don't paint your lips

and don't bite
they're baiting you
and don't cry
'cause they want you to

mamma, I'm sleeping it off
worn thin from red lights and scotch
and I hate being cross,
but you should hold your booze

please don't drop bombs on me
I beg of thee, just leave me in peace
I'll have cold, kind, and lemon eyes
oh lemon eyes. My God!

Don't suck your gut so tight
and don't cut your hair so nice

mamma, I'm sleeping it off
worn thin from red lights and scotch.
I hate being cross,
but you should hold your booze.

don't bite, I'm begging you
and don't leave when I curse at you

mamma, I'm sleeping it off
worn thin from red lights and scotch
I hate being cross
but you should hold your booze