| THREE-LEGGED STOOL BLUES | |
| Baby, baby I don't need your lovin' It's wasteful that I keep on cryin' You packed your love in a suitcase and left But, I should know you ain't too cruel To leave me with an empty room So you packed away everything and left me with a stool I've been sittin' on it since seven-thirty Munchin' on some homemade cookies Reminiscin' times when love was homemade too You better recognise I was just being nice But now it's all fucked up It's time you paid the price I won't take another beating I won't compromise with you | |