Channel 3 - Ready For Me Lyrics
The doors are slamming upstairsAnd only quarter to tenI surely don't need the troubleBut I've always liked a woman with a bad taste in menYou say the boy was a son of a *****Who pulled the usual stuffYou've had it right up to hereWell I guess your expectations have been lowered enoughYou been around, you been screwed aroundYou're just the kind of lover I needWhen you've got nothing to loseThen you're ready for meSister, I'll never lieMy truth is bad enoughSo don't say I never warned youWhen you're making voodoo dolls with needles through the crotch