Cold, Kind, And Lemon Eyes

Oh God, deliver me from my enemies These women in green winter coats Working for a tip Don't paint your lips And don't bite They're baiting you And don't cry 'Cause they want you to Mamma, I'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch How I hate being cross But you should hold your booze Please don't drop bombs on me I beg of thee, just leave me in peace I'll have cold, kind, and lemon eyes Oh lemon eyes. Oh My God! Don't suck your gut so tight And don't cut your hair so nice Mamma, i'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch I hate being cross But you should hold your booze Don't bite, I'm begging you And don't leave when I curse at you Mamma, I'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch I hate being cross But you should hold your booze