Its early the mornin' at five o five
The margarine has melt I need them for ma pie
Lindsay wants to get out and get wasted
Oh Bella momma had it enough and I was grounded
Many a cowboy wants to get on with me
Pushin' them and elbowin' the way to see
Momma told me never to respond or give a shit
So I took out my guitar and wrote a hit
Men, are all the same
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Baby I'll tell ya keep your dirty hands
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Honey you know the price to pitch a tent
Imma sick and tired of this greenhill life
Where I have to get my flock of sheeps to jive
To the music I'm playin' and the words I'm sayin'
Even the brokeback mountain got a-ravin'
But Momma's story tells me all men are the same
Tell you they loved you but they had another flame
'Oh honey I'm home please ignore my special perfume'
The guitar got a-smashin' cos' the words got me fumed
Men, are all the same
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Baby I'll tell ya keep your dirty hands
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Honey you know the price to pitch a tent
Many a times Aaron calls and says he missed me like crazy
Oh lord then he calls me Lisa he don't know me obviously
I was prayin' to god and tells him I had a problem
A problem which even God can't answer and we all learnt
Papa told me another story and I don't know
What to believe, I don't know which way to go
Is true that Cleopatra had her prince
Way before I listen to Andrea Twain?
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Baby I'll tell ya keep your dirty hands
Cos' I say six penny ain't worth a pence
Honey you know the price to pitch a tent
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