You say that you’re watching the birds out the window Well I’ve got a bird you can watch You ain’t gotta act like you’re borrowing eggs Just to see if my dishes are washed What’s it to you if it’s Wednesday at noon and I’ve traded my iced tea for scotch
Keep your two cents on your side of the fence Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors Nothing to see here Go back to your trailer
You ain’t gotta ask what I did to my hair Or whose underwear’s on the line It ain’t mine I ain’t gonna ask whose been mowing your grass So you ain’t gotta ask who mows mine Quit judging my job and my car and my clothes Get your nose out of your many blinds
Keep your two cents on your side of the fence Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors There ain’t nothing to see here Go back to your trailer
Don’t ask me if I go to church I won’t ask if your husband’s still out of work Try and claim high society We get our mail on the same side of the street
So keep your two cents on your side of the fence Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors There ain’t nothing to see here Go back to your trailer There ain’t nothing to see here Go back to your trailerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
