Mrs. Jones
by Hole

Album: Pretty on the Inside (1991)
  • Sorry man sorry sorry I've got a bad eye
    I shouldn't have, I should've looked at it
    I should've looked at it go go away go away
    The sugar star the sugar star and the, the abortionist and hey
    You want her on the bed with her legs wide open and her eyes all spread

    Sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones
    Mrs. Jones aww Mrs. Jones aww
    Cry me a river but just take me home
    Oh, Mrs. Jones aww Mrs. Jones

    Sorry man I gotta a gut slit me fucking ran away with my abortionist
    My little eye blacked you know gizzed with
    The knife they used to gut my face in
    It's been out stabbing baby baby angels
    Smile smile

    The sky's a narcotic with black jack bones
    Oh Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones my virus is raging
    It's breaking my bones oh Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones

    Die survive I will I will follow you down the sick drain
    When I lean on the sink don't worry don't worry don't worry baby
    You will you will never stink so bad whoa

    Sorry man I'm sorry I shouldn't have looked at it I'm sorry man
    You know I night blooming sickle cell your a night blooming sickle cell
    Anyway anyway look into the blood root you suicide bitch
    It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live

    Sorry me I'm sorry man I'm sorry man wow
    The skies a narcotic black jack bones oh
    Mrs. Jones aww Mrs. Jones
    Cute little doggy won't leave me alone
    Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones
    My virus is raging it's breaking my bones oh
    Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones
    Oh cry me a river baby just take me home
    Oh Mrs. Jones aww Mrs. Jones

    Sister ectoplasma she's incredulous
    Just like a pro she takes off her dress
    And she kicks you down in her snow white pumps
    Just remember it was me who found the lump
    Your why your yeah why yeah yeah yeah yeah hey hey
    Shit shit yeah you oh yeah yeah yeah shit shit

    East is east and west is west and mine was you and
    Mine was the best
    Yeah east and west is west mine was you and mine was
    Mine was all Mrs Jones

    Mrs. Jones yeah yeah don't ask me again
    Don't ever talk to me like that again Writer/s: Caroline Rue, Courtney M Love, Eric T Erlandson, Jill Renee Emery
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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