i don't wanna give you the time

that you give me

i din't wanna go to a be-in with you

you put me in a box

and cut into my psyche

you will find i'm done before starting with you

i know that daddy's reached his prime

now it's cradle robbing crime

but i'm too old for whine

just get it over with

i don't wanna give you the time

that you give me

i don't wanna go to the islands with you

put me in a box and make love to my skeleton

we can snuff my soul

and smoke after we're through

i can't play your touchy feel

it's not part of the deal

won't die for every meal

just get it over with

good boy gone sour

locked in a tower

good boy gone sour

paid by the hour

good boy gone sour