© Copyright 1995 by J. Scott Iverson 
     All Rights Reserved  

Well, y' really don' know me like y' think y' do, Babe
If y' say that I'm untrue
'Cause I learned the hard way what a terrible cravin'
When the freedom ain't so new.
Oh you can call me a wuss,
You can call me a nerd,
You can talk behind my back,
But you 'n' I both know it's just a lie that you heard
'N' Babe, your tongue is turnin' black.

Hey, it's nobody's business who's a friend, who's a f___
Who's a True Love, or a game
Well you been spreadin' rumors
Now you're outta luck, 'cause
I just forgot your name.
Do y' think I'm an ass?
Do y' think I'm a clod?
Do y' wonder who's with me now?
Well it sure ain't you
Ain't got a prayer t' God
Y' might as well go kiss a cow
(Or a bull)
(Or a steer!)

How do y' like those apples that I grew for you
Till that chilly Autumn day
When the Worm of Gossip
Reared his slimy head and
He poisoned them away, oh
Don't ever ask
Don't ever tell
Don't ever sing this song!
Don't ever enter my Personal Hell, oh Baby
You don' wanna be...  along.