LYRIC FOR SALE

By Abbey Haines

He said make baby a bottle
So I poured myself a beer
Does anybody notice how much I do around here

She said recycle those bottles
and then the planet will survive
But Mine are the only ones keepin’ souls alive


((((Chorus) I Got a chicken on the stove and a bun in the oven but I still give you all my lovin, got a baby crying I ain’t got no money but I still act sweeter then honey
…Put yourself first, think your such a commodity
I’ll forget you too when I hit the lottery )))

I said that I thought
I’d get
Some help from family
She’s said ain’t nobody ever thinkin bout me

She said count your blessings
Looked at her list I wasn’t there
I don’t got time, I’m washin’ his underwear

(Chorus)
Hes always looking for shortcuts
And then I go the extra mile
I say that he’s lazy they say it’s just his style


She said fill your own glass
Before you can serve
I can’t just believe that she’s got the nerve


(Chorus)