You can trust me to write a cynical song about domestic violence.
CW: Woman on man domestic violence, treating a partner like property
please note I’m including the verse about cops for historical accuracy; I’m no longer of the opinion that the police should be called for domestic violence and welcome anyone changing the lyrics in any fashion anyway
the song doesn’t suffer much if you omit that second last verse, so
don’t you weep
don’t you moan
I got something in my house that I don’t own
I know you think
it belongs to you
and before this night is through
our friendship will be too
From the crowd
stepped forward three
and they all walked real stiff-legged
and they all glared hard at me
my lucky day!
there’s only three
yeah I see three
I’m counting three
Well there may be three of them
but I got one of me
YOU GOT MY MAN
LIVING WITH YOU
I said that is mighty strange if it is true
NO I KNOW
HE’S SHACKED UP WITH YOU
and you’d best hand him back now
if you know what’s good for you
That man can walk
that man got legs
he said living with you like walking on eggs
you don’t stand
but five foot two
but you got one big-ass frying pan
and you throw one big mean shoe
So what’s it gonna be
gonna call the cops
They’ll bust you for domestic woman
I’ll just stand and watch
so grab your pals
and go on home
That man’s neither yours nor mine
he’s strictly on his own.
don’t you weep
don’t you moan
I got something in my house that I don’t own
I know you think
it belongs to you
and alas my guess was true
our friendship’s over too
