Try to focus through the fog of your hangover, dear
Try to recognize the hoops that my heart jumped through, babydoll
If i stay one more night one more time, pumpkin
Could you prove to me you even tried, darlin'
You're making scraps of me, shreds and rags
Another bag of chicken feed
Strip em off line em up, proud and tall
Like a Russian petrushka doll
You've exhausted your excuses
Lord Only Knows... Lord only knows... lord only knows...
You had some resources to rid the rage from me, thank you dear
But with that same unknowing ignorance-your skill and tact at mischief
Babe you dug your grave
You restored my fuel for fury, i saw red i saw burning
My cyanide sweetheart
I'm most comfortable miserable so i stuck it out to stick around
My prince
You've exhausted your excuses
Lord Only Knows!...Lord Only Knows... Lord Only Knows...
He doesn't know the first thing about me
What not to do, how to treat a lady
Got a lot on my mind and more on my hands
So spare the little boy lies dressed like a man
Cuz every time that you talk, you see,
It just feels like you're mocking me
My bones stretch with all their strength to say
You better pray pretty baby pray
You better pray pretty baby pray
You better pray pretty baby pray
I took all the ammo that i could take
Lord only knows...