Bob Mould
Bob Mould - Hair Stew lyrics
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I see you sleep with him And yeah, I guess that's cool Well I just stand at the foot of the bed And now you watch me stew It's not a matter of pride It's not a matter of anything I just watched someone die in this room Now you're watching everything You can go anywhere I'm not in love with your hair And now you stand there and stare I'm not in love with your hair And I don't give a fuck about it I don't give a fuck what you do I'm so sick of being with you I'm so fucked up being with you