Apoc - Sleeping With the Enemy Lyrics
Lampin’ poolside at The TropicanaPicture me like this; sex ‘n glamourPicture me lifeless; death by cameraSittin’ by her highness, gotta check my mannersI can barely bear this pretty little heiressPeepin’ what I’m wearin’, I think that she’s embarrassedWell, ***** you! Matter fact, just didNow ya wanna show me how your fellow upper crust live‘N that’s cool, I can see it’s straight opulenceIt’s clear nobody here got any fear of any consequenceIt’s clear nobody here knows what a real problem isI ask you for a beer ‘n then shower you with complimentsA kept man, you bet man! I reckonShe could call my name ‘n I would be there in a second‘N that’s sad, but it pays the phone billI can act a fool, she’ll take me home stillI think she thinks I think she’s slummin’ itI drink, she drinks, we drink, she’s lovin’ itI think she thinks I think too much ‘n it’sA shame that this dame still thinks republicanLittle lady likes to call herself an actressPrances ‘round the party ‘n bats her lashesDancin’ like a harlot in the latest fashionsBut she ain’t ever act when her back’s on the mattressMatter fact, she ain’t act, she just like to pretendSo she got something to say when she out with her friendsMost of which don’t give a shit, cuz they just after her endsToo much time on her hands, too much money to spendGot a different pill for every doctor she seesI guess that being wealthy is a social diseaseWhat she blows up her nose’d make a poor man sneezeDaddy didn’t discipline, she do what she pleaseMommy made a mistake, now miss makes manyMiss don’t make money, but she shells out plentySpoiled little plutocrat who can act recklessBut boy bit his lip cuz the chick bought him breakfast‘N if this is as good as it gets than I’m goneSend a check to the next cheap jet that I’m onGot a debt that she’ll never collect before dawnNo regrets, let’s just let conclusions get drawnA sad sort, I’m passed bored, I asked for itIf this is class war than I’m sleeping with the enemyI’m back for it, a cash whore, don’t act soreIf this is class war than I’m sleeping with the enemy
