[Verse: Joanne Robertson]
You were working hard, baby
Sending me to sleep with your yawns
They were scrapping in the yard
Handing out the jobs
Something I could do to you
Watching as you threw me to them
Severing the dreams of you

[Chorus: Joanne Robertson]
Something I could do to you
You make me up a weak-looking brew
Your shoulder isn’t way up high
And friends, they take you on a ride
And show you a good time
And some things get through and I forget how I knew

[Bridge: Joanne Robertson]
Sock is in the sink
Shaking like a tail
From your little endgame
You’re coming home, you're coming back to me

[Chorus: Joanne Robertson, Dean Blunt, and both]
Something I could do to you
You make me up a weak looking brew
Your shoulder isn’t way up high
And friends they take you on a ride
And show you a good time
And show you a good time
A good time
Yeah