Текст песни Teen Mom - Boyfriends

i sold it once
it's hard not to know
grew old through no fault of my
of my own

and when at day end
i feel tired
there's a spot that i think of

i hold you warmly in my mind
you'll feel much better in the morning
late summertime

all my boyfriends
they're so ugly
they come to me
like a pack of dogs

and all my liars, come sit by the fire
cause i have stories to make your skin crawl