By The Way

2002

11 o'clock and I'm topless
I take shots
Vodka, Southern Comfort,
Whatever they got
Sitting on the left side
Of bright green duct tape
Behind a musical instrument
I never get a chance to play

Brunette, Antoinette,
With a mustache
Pissed off, cuz he wants
The cream not the coffee

I know what you are
I know what you do
By the way

You cross your legs
By the way

The liquor gets to you
Gets to you

An irritated halogen
Above my head
Undecided between
White and blue
Offsets the crumbling wallpaper
Which falls to the floor
In piles, it piles all around the room

And what if it’s a w***e
That bangs on your front door
And what if it is me
Yeah, the queen of integrity

I know who you are
I know what you do
By the way

You cross your legs
By the way

The liquor gets to you
Gets to you