Kristin Hersh

Excuse me, a doormat is good honest work
Only the bored and the wicked rich dont know that
Excuse me, you poor man, lets skip this town
Who me? oh man, was that out loud ?
Ow ... whoa, Im on my own here
You know, the devil may care
You make this groovy, you make me laugh
You make me woozy, a wet doormat
It wasnt like that
You nature lover, you country punk
You bowl me over, and Im not that drunk