You're doing the same old thing, I know, people tell me everything
Hanging on your arm are drooling little made-up dolls
Dolled up, blonde, long-legged, chatty
Sure, they love you, they love full pockets
They are all the same, like drawn
Painted by all the colors
CHORUS
And you, being you, as long as the nights are crazy
Don't come like that in front of my eyes
Don't go to my door when wine knocks you down
Don't lie that you love me, typically male
You're doing the same old thing
You come by every once in a while
You're worse every single day
I don't know how you manage it
They're all the same, like drawn
Painted by all the colors
CHORUS
And you, being you, as long as the nights are crazy
Don't come like that in front of my eyes
Don't go to my door when wine knocks you down
Don't lie that you love me, typically male