Grief-Amy Dalley

(Words and Music by: Zack Walters) Why you got to be bringing me grief stealing all my time I should be calling you thief so you fell in when I left the seat up you should've turned around and looked before planting your skinny a** butt what am I looking at what am I feeling right now why you got to be bringing me down increasing my lack of money cha-ching ain't a pleasant sound I turn the A/C up, you turn the A/C down It's like a circus on our not so merry go round I'm tired, I'm sick, I can be a dick, If your shrink don't save you, ooh ooh Then I'd have no clue what to do If valium don't calm you, ooh ooh Then maybe a shovel will do Pick me up don't be late, pay for my food but no touchin' my plate Open my door, pull out my chair, you better notice when I style my hair Why you got to be acting all insane Neither jenny jones or jenny craig could ease my endless pain I know I should give up I know I should give in But round here that there we call Sinny sin, sin I'm tired, I'm worn, my side aches from your thorn