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One, two, three, four Aw, I got somethin' to say Well, it's a long walk down the hallway But it's a short drive to the bank Ain't it a bitch learnin' the hard way? It might be easier than you think Now, you can keep my tears and my good years And your Sears and Roebuck ring And I'll take this show on down the road I don't owe you anything Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry I know you like my own reflection I see her in your eyes Darling, I ain't growin' old with you I don't need your front porch swing I raised up all your babies I don't owe you anything Now despite your sin, you're gonna start again A retired family man With a younger wife than our own son And a cat that you can't stand You're gonna call me up in Vegas Songtexte'Cause you're lookin' for a fight And I'll be over you with better things to do On a perfectly good Saturday night Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry I know you like my own reflection I see her in your eyes Darling, I ain't growin' old with you I don't need your front porch swing Well, I raised up all your babies I don't owe you anything Hey, I made your bed and I made your lunch And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry I know you like my own reflection I see her in your eyes Darling, I ain't growin' old with you I don't need your front porch swing Well, I raised up all your babies I don't owe you anything Hell, I raised up all your babies And I don't owe you a god dang thing Hell no, hahahaha Aus Songtexte Mania