Pearl Jam - Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me Lyrics
Dont you want people to love you?My spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...Spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...Thats the only thing I want so much...Dont you want people to love you?My spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...Thats the only thing I want so much...Why is that better than being hugged?Why is that better than being hugged?Because you get closer to the person...Closer to the person...Why is that better than being hugged?Because you get closer to the person...Closer to the person...Just like a person having sex feels cared for...We wanna be loved, so we have sex together...And they feel loved about that...And this is the way it makes me feel...loved...I want it, I dream about it, I think about it, I want it...Just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?Its the way Ill always be probably...My last one was born in the system...See, theyre stupid, very stupid, those people over there...Theyre stupid...These people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...This mentality, honest to god, really...You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...Honest to god, really...You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...Bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...Everything seems so eight ball...Everything seems so eight ball...And i, I dont know if thats my imagination, but, umm...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...And I dont know if thats my imagination, but, umm...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...Think they got me...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...hmm...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me......know if thats my imagination, but, umm...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...She prides herself on her cleaning habits...She prides herself on her cleaning habits...Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...She prides herself on her cleaning habits...She prides herself on her cleaning habits...Its a lovely stupid mop, it is...Theres something really screwey about no streaking...Is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...Come on mop, no streaking mop...I dont mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, I dont like it...Its not me, its the mop...Come, I bought some new mops...Go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...I dont believe it...old sponge mop...Dumb old sponge mop...Dumb old sponge mop...Old sponge mop...Dumb old sponge mop...Youre right, this mops stupid...Dumb old sponge mop...I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...Thats why they call me mophandlemama...Now the floor looks beautiful...Thats why they call me mophandlemama...Thats why they call me mophandlemama...Thats why they call me mophandlemama...In two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...The twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...The manager told her to completely forget...If you ever go to bed, Ill kill you...Do I tell the whole world that Im mentally ill?Go to the papers...yeah, why not?Drum roll...I want to show them that I can walk on my own without hands of theirs...And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?Very much so...Think I deserve to be loved...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?...to be loved, dont you?But I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?Very much so...Do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...Yes, I believe I would...I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...Yes, I believe I would...And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself......that I can walk without hands of theirs...And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?...that I can walk without hands of theirs...And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?Very much so...Do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...Yes, I believe I would...
