[Wet]
The friends are greedy
They all want something from me
These streets are dirty
Want me to have a baby
Her kids are lonely
They all want something from me
Their eyes are beady
Their stares — they pierce right through me
But I don’t have anything left to give
[Wet]
I’m like an old bone in the back of the fridge
And I can ask for what I want
So you can tell me what you need
But there’s no use trying anymore
Like an old bone in the back of the fridge
And I’ve got no home if it’s not with you
[Wet]
Your friends are greedy
They all want something from me
These streets are dirty
Want me to have a baby
Her kids are lonely
They all want something from me
Their eyes are beady
Their stares — they pierce right through me
But I don’t have anything left to give
[Wet]
I’m like an old bone in the back of the fridge
And I can ask for what I want
So you can tell me what you need
But there’s no use crying anymore
I’m just an old bone in the back of the fridge
And I’ve got no home if it’s not with you