I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it, just had a full night's sleep. I'm feeling so stuck, I'm so distracted. Ain't such a thing all week. I'm feeling drunk, just too stoned and sloppy. Ain't such a drink all night. I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason, just had a cold meat pie. Girl, when you call my name, I sound a bit like Pavlov's dog. Girl, when you lay me out, my heart's beating louder than a big bass drum. You got the mix, you got the sticks, but love is a bitch. You got the mix, you got the sticks, but love is a bitch. She's a real stupid bitch, baby. And if I could sing you, if I could sing you a love song so divine. Would it be enough for your cheating heart? Or would you think this boy's insane? He's insane. We're talking about the women all around the world. Women behind bars. Women in fast cars. Women in distress. Like the lady with the new dress. Women in airplanes. Women who play them games. Women in a uniform. I see the woman with the clothes torn. Women who satisfy. Women you can't buy. Like the women in the magazines. All them ladies in the limousines. Women who sip champagne. Women who feel no pain. With abs in a disco. Hanging around for the blow, blow, blow. Women watching sympathy. Women taking ecstasy. Women that live in a fantasy. So why are they always living on their knees? Women who fall in love. Women who need a shove. Women that can't be beat. Check out that lady in my backseat. Women in the USA. All them women steal your heart away. Women in a rock and roll. All the ladies in the back of the bus at the show. Women that we write songs about. Women who turn around and kick your ass out. Women you dream about all your life. Women that can't raise their feet in trouble and strife. Yeah, you got a mix of art. You got a stick for the love. It's a bitch. Yeah, you got a mix of art. You got a stick for the love. It's a bitch. All right. She's a cool bitch. She's a nasty bitch. You love a bitch.