You run through boys like a loaf of bread.
Butter legs that are easy to spread.
And when you're done, Best believe they're toast.
And send them home to have breakfast with a ghost.

And when that day comes a knocking and you need a hand.
Your legs have turned to jelly and you are in a jam.
Don't think that loaf is gonna give a damn about you.
About you, about you, about you, about you, you, you, you, you.

Wake up and smell the coffee, you're living in a dream.
Or should I say sleeping, cuz the bed's the crime scene
You took bringing home the bacon and changed what it means.

And when that day comes a knocking and you need a hand.
Your legs have turned to jelly and you are in a jam.
Don't think that loaf is gonna give a damn about you.
About you, about you, about you, about you, you, you, you, you.

You're laying on your back, flat as a pancake, sunny side up.
And darling, you're over easy, just the way they ordered it.
But, is that what you want?
But, is that what you want?

And when that day comes a knocking and you need a hand.
Your legs have turned to jelly and you are in a jam.
Don't think that loaf is gonna give a damn about you.
About you, about you, about you, about you, you, you, you, you.