If you ask me why I lie to you
I can tell you I don´t know myself
Its amazingly dishonest
But I´d have to recognize it
As part of myself

Straighten up
Why can´t you straighten up
I´ve heard you tell me this
So many times
It doesn´t even stick

I get it all the time
I get it all the time
You know I love to make
A joke of it

And if you ask me why I hurt you
I don´t understand it
I can´t help myself
Its a special combination
Of preditory instinct
And simple ill will

I would give some thought to it
If I thought that it might do me
Some good
Some good

Straighten up
Why can´t you straighten up
You always say I´ll lose
Control of it
And thirty is not too old

Well momma I would give some thought to it
If I thought that it might do me
Some good
Some good
Some good
Some good