Ween - Britney

Well you ^Awrote me in^Gto your ^Dlove song I was the ^Aguy who ^Gdidn't ^Dcare Well I ^Anever ^Gread your ^Dpoem And I was ^Aalways ^Gin your ^Dhair

But the ^Averses ^Gbecame ^Dmagic When you ^Afinished ^Gyour ^Dcritique Well you ^Asaid I ^Gwas your ^Dmaster And how your ^Aknees would ^Gbecome ^Dweak

How you ^Aneeded ^Gme to ^Dlove you How you ^Awanted ^Gmy sweet ^Dpain And to ^Aclean up ^Gall my ^Dmesses And to ^Alay you ^Gdown ^Dagain

And your ^Avoice it'd ^Gstart to ^Dquiver When you're ^Asinging ^Gfrom the ^Dheart But you'd ^Aalways ^Glose your ^Drhythm Right be^Afore you'd ^Gfall ^Dapart

And I ^Ahate you ^Gwhen I'm ^Ddrinking And I le^Aave you ^Gall ^Dalone And ^Alater we'll ^Ggo out ^Ddancing To your ^Anumber ^Gone hit ^Dsong

And yo^Au'd always ^Glove my ^Dbreakfast And you'd ^Alove to ^Ghear me ^Dspeak And you'd ^Anever ^Gonce get ^Dangry When I ^Asaid your ^Gtunes are ^Dweak

How you ^Aneeded ^Gme to ^Dlove you And how you ^Awanted ^Gmy sweet ^Dpain And to ^Aclean up a^Gll my ^Dmesses And to ^Alay you ^Gdown ^Dagain ^ALay you ^Gdown ^Dagain And to ^Alay you ^Gdown ^Aagain