Why you talk about me
I never did you wrong
When you talk about me
It makes me take my receiver off of my phone
Now I'm an answerin' machine
I always play my part (my part)
Now I'm an answering machine
I threw away my heart
It's up to you to find
The words that come from power lines
So I'm beaten up inside
And I'm not a pleasure ride
When you tell me baby
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what's your problem?
Aren't you man enough to admit you was wrong?
They tell me all this attention has effected him
Everybody is a victim in this place
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what's your problem?
You get a hard skin sugar when you finally turn pro
You gotta be more like an executive
Talk to my answerin' machine
Now you want me to confess
To a crime I never committed
Well you want me to confess
To make my whole life easier in the city
Well you 're number is on my skin
You scratched it with your claw
Your clockwork is orange
Cuz humor is against the law
It's up to you to find
The words that come from power lines
So I'm beaten up inside
And I'm not a pleasure ride
When you tell me baby
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what's your problem?
Aren't you man enough to admit you was wrong?
They tell me all this attention has affect him
Everybody is a victim in this place
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what's your problem?
You get a hard skin sligar when you finally turn pro
You gotta be more like an executive
Talk to my answerin' machineA pen and paper beckon
I still have your address
Its written in my diary
Top of the list,
The day that you were leavin'
I promised that I'd write
but it wont be tonight
Just how to keep a secret
I don't know very well
Rules are made for breaking
Secrets to tell
I'll try to never lose it
Someday I probably might
but it wont be tonight
Tonight my heads in trouble
And it really don't feel right
The promise I will keep it
But not tonight.
I met her down in Taylor's
at a session in the back
You know how it happens,
I followed old tracks
And if I could put my
thoughts on paper
it would'nt feel just right
And it won't be tonight.