Woke up enslaved in your last parade Where the haloed kids of satan throw the plans that they've made To the purse on your shoulder to be further delayed In squalor
While up on my rooftop is covered in hay There's a cane hanging on the doorknob it's been hanging for days And I chose not to carry it as I stood in this parade And hollered
You're a cold ass woman Yes, you're a cold ass woman With your head hanging down you resemble something of a snake And those men who are better than me I wouldn't let them play your game But what could I say that's gonna change you Katie Mae
Standing outside your window it's sad and it's cold It's a futile position, but it's a position I hold Having not once believed in a tale that you've told Why should I
With your knock-knock joke sister, your no-better twin Your parking lot lovers and your called-upon friends Yes I do now admit I was just one of them Wasn't I
You cold ass woman You're just a cold ass woman Do not try and be warm my frostbit heart could only break As I follow your birth in the manger To an Easter Sunday grave But until then, are we gonna be friends Katie Mae
No woman, I ain't trying to say that I've been missing you I've got one song left to sing and it's about kissing you And then I do believe I just might be through with you Once again
But how long could you be gone from my heart, oh not a day To my violins you shuffle, with my memory you lay And on my chest there's a scar from an arrow that sang Forever
You cold ass woman You're just a cold ass woman As mother nature's first born lays down the ace of spades I will be off to Malibu without you Unless you wanna come with me But until then, is this an end? Katie Mae
Honey what could I say, to make you up and stay
Katie Mae Oh woman what could I be to make you easy
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