Picking Up After You

Barbara Dickson

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    Here comes the bride
    There goes the groom
    Looks like a hurricane
    Went through this room
    Smells like a pool hall
    Where's my other shoe
    And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

    Looks like you spent the night in a trench
    And tell me
    How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench?
    The roses are dead
    And the violets are too
    And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

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    Well, I've told you before
    I won't tell you again
    You don't defrost the icebox
    With a ballpoint pen
    This railroad apartment
    Is held together with glue
    And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

    Because I know
    I've been swindled
    I never bargained for this
    What's more, you never cared about me
    Why don't you get your own place
    So you can live like you do
    And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you

    Take all your relatives
    And all of your shoes
    Believe me I'll really swing
    When you're gone
    I'll be living on chicken and wine
    After we're through
    With someone I pick up after you
    With someone I'll pick up after you
    With someone I pick up after you
    With someone I pick up after you

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