People say, "How beautiful, how sweet, how kind"
You're perfect, you've got nothing to hide
But I, for one, have seen the sun
And the bitch that you've locked up inside
Got fat, got angry, started hating myself
Wrote "Birthday Boy" for you babe
Now I'm skinny and sick and paranoid
Without a cent to my name
that references how the boy started doing a lot of cocaine [references to cocaine all thorough ween's music] after the horrible relationship.
People say, "How beautiful, how sweet, how kind" You're perfect, you've got nothing to hide But I, for one, have seen the sun And the bitch that you've locked up inside Got fat, got angry, started hating myself Wrote "Birthday Boy" for you babe Now I'm skinny and sick and paranoid Without a cent to my name
that references how the boy started doing a lot of cocaine [references to cocaine all thorough ween's music] after the horrible relationship.
i can sympathize...