I was never your Nancy
I was never your Penny Lane

I was standing in the sea
Of afghan coat groupies on their knees with no names

You were always powder white
You were always black and blue

Sleeping on the couch
Kicked out of your house
Kicked in the face
But you did look cute

What’s a girl to do?

I don’t want to be your baby
Wouldn’t even if you paid me
Your so cruel
And you're so vicious
But my goodness, you're so delicious

Cooked up a medieval feast
And then you ate me up

3 am sitting in your family kitchen
Sitting on top of your mother’s cookbook

Almost fell in love, but

I don’t want to be your baby
Wouldn’t even if you paid me
Your so cruel
And you're so vicious
But my goodness, you're so delicious
Delicious

You don’t know the day
You don’t even know the week
But you don’t miss a trick
And you never miss a beat
Only had a taste, but I always wanted more
Almost had me waiting at the stage door

I don’t want to be your baby
Wouldn’t even if you paid me
Your so cruel
And you're so vicious
But my goodness, you're so

I don’t want to be your baby
Wouldn’t even if you paid me
Your so cruel
And you're so vicious
But my goodness, you're so delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious