Two, three, four

Well she was flatter than a pancake
And nowhere near as sweet
She got real good at giving head
And fixing stuff to eat
But then I caught her and her
Uncle making out in a ditch
And I asked myself 'Did I shave my balls for this?'

And I say
Why, Why, Why
Did you have to lie, lie, lie
You used to get me high, high, high
Now you're bringing me down

Why, Why, Why
Did you have to lie, lie, lie
You used to get me high, high, high
Now you're bringing me down

I said now
Why, Why, Why
Did you have to lie, lie, lie
You used to get me high, high, high
Now you're bringing me down
Well It was back in High School
It was voted 'Most likely to go to hell
But then I lost my heart to that half-assed Jezebel
Well I was her guy when the coke was piled high
But then she licked my bag and walked right out the door

And I say
Why, Why, Why
Did you have to lie, lie, lie
You used to get me high, high, high
Now you're bringing me down

Why, Why, Why
Did you have to lie, lie, lie
You used to get me high, high, high
Now you're bringing me down

You used to get me high
You used to get me high
You used to get me high
Now you're bringing me down