You don't bring me tank tops
You don't sing me pop songs
You hardly talk to me anymore
When I call on the cell
At the end of the tour
I remember when
You couldn't wait to beat me
Used to love to hit me
Now after beatin' me late at night
When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling alright
Well you just spaz out
And smoke your crack pipe
And you don't bring me tank tops anymore
It used to be so natural
To talk about "the buzz"
But 'used to be's' don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
'Til Joey eats them all up
And baby, I remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to give advice
And I learned how to blow dry
Well I learned how to sniff
Even learned how to lie
You'd think I could learn
How to tell you I'm a size 9
'Cause you don't bring me tank tops anymore
Well you'd think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye
You say you need my money
You don't sing me pop songs
You don't bring me tank tops anymore