The rain's falling down on the car that won't run.
The landlady says that she's getting her gun,
cause the rent is past due and she wants it right now.
I need some quick cash and I'm wondering how.

I'm stressed from the job and my hairs falling out.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not wanting to pout,
but sometimes my life just isn't quite right.
I'm stuck between here and a can of Coor's Light.

My boyfriend won't talk, he's been distant and cold.
I may be too fat or maybe too old.
My fingers are swollen from way too much salt.
I'd blame someone else, but I guess that's my fault.

My legs have been aching, my glasses are broke.
I can't see to read, Gosh, this whole thing's a joke!
Why do things happen to me all the time.
Why can't life pick on someone it's size.

Then again.... It really could be alot worse don't you know.
I shouldn't complain about things like this so,
I should be glad I've got other things cook'en.
My life is messed up, but I'm still real good look'en.

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