Look at you over there So coked out you’re licking your eyes like an iguana Ready to explode Like a cocaine pinata You’re not evil, you just do a lot of coke and have a lot of sex Wear all black And smoke a lot of cigarettes You’re doing too much cocaine You’re spitting and you’re sputtering You’re hovering and stuttering Muttering and uttering Your utterly repugnant things I'm betting it’s getting confusing You’re sweating profusely Singing sheryl crow While it’s noon on a Tuesday Look at you over there Persona non grata Projecting little pieces Of your childhood trauma You’re not evil, you just do a lot of coke and have a lot of sex Wear all black And have low self-confidence You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine You keep sniffing and touching your nose And sniffing and touching your nose And sniffing and fixing your clothes And sniffing and fixing your clothes I'm betting it’s getting confusing You’re sweating profusely Singing sheryl crow While it’s noon on a Tuesday You lost a tiny bag of white stuff Now the night sucks Now my life sucks You lost a tiny bag of white stuff Now the night sucks Now my life sucks It’s past midnight That brings the price up Why don’t they like us? Why don’t they like us? It’s past midnight That brings the price up Man, I don’t even like us You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine You’re doing too much cocaine