Stipulations Don’t Suit You Ezra Bell

Don't you say I wasted
Wasted all your time
Don't say I'm some mountain lad you no more wish to climb go and get your shoes
I could never break you
Lord I did your [?]
All them times we've seen her boast about just friends but I won't go

And you talk about betrayal
But you're out there making friends
Some might be so lucky as to eat out of your hands
When that dinner bell rings I get hungrier than them

And that boy from Santa Barbara
Who calls you every night
Won't you please explain to him that he is not my type
And if he comes to see you somewhere down the road
Well I will take your taxi love and I will kill you both
I swear that's just a joke

And you talk about betrayal
But you're out there making friends
Some might be so lucky as to eat out of your hands
When that dinner bell rings I get hungrier than them

All the romance you could want
You may find it near in some new confidant
But they won't know you not like I
Feed you in your fannies or listen to your lies
Oh listen to your lies