You Get Your Opinion In Anyway

You pass gas in your sleep
But that’s not so bad it gets worse.
You move your covers, let it seep
Into our room, a clouded curse.

But that’s not so bad, it gets worse.
You smoke like a chimney
Into our room, a clouded curse.
Now I’ve got the cancer in me.

You smoke like a chimney
Rings ‘round for show,
Now I’ve got the cancer in me.
I just want you to know.

Rings ‘round for show
You’ve now started cross-dressin’
I just want you to know.
With my head this is messin’

You’ve now started cross-dressin’
Borrowing my bras, perfume and stuff,
With my head this is messin’
Now you’re no fun, unless in the buff.

Borrowing my bras, perfume and stuff,
I wanted the last word, GOODBYE I say
Now you’re no fun, unless in the buff.
But you get your opinion in anyway.

I wanted the last word, GOODBYE I say
You pass gas in your sleep
But you get your opinion in anyway.
You move your covers, let it seep.