You come home late Fall on your cot You smell like something that money bought We don't have cash, or so you say So where did you get it and how'd you pay? The Sun don't rise and set for you You think so, but you're wrong You tell me lies, I can't stay true I'll sell you for a song You get up late Won't say a word You been with her, that's what I've heard I don't own you, so I've been told But what do I do when the nights get cold? The Moon don't wane and wax for you You think so, but you're wrong You cause me pain, you make me blue I'll sell you for a song You're here, you're not It's more than me It's more than you, it's more like we They're young and soft, they worry so You coming or going, they need to know The stars don't shine and shoot for you You think so, but you're wrong You mess with mine, I'll hurt you, too I'll sell you for a song