ASK ME NO QUESTIONS
© 2007
Alan P. MacLeod SOCAN
Well
I don't like your face
I don't like your hair
I don't like your office
I don't like your chair
But I'm here for a job
Or I'm here for a loan
So I'm nice to you in person
And so polite on the phone
'Cuz
Momma taught me not to lie
Lovers warn me not to lie
And I don't like to lie
So don't ask me a question, 'less you can handle the answer
Don't ask me a question, 'less you can handle the answer
I've got a life worth livin'
But I have bills to pay
So give me what I'm askin'
Toss some coin my way
I honestly will thank you
Once the papers are signed
I'll even tell my friends
That you have been kind
'Cuz Momma taught me not to lie
Lovers warn me not to lie
And I don't like to lie
So don't ask me a question, 'less you can handle the answer
Don't ask me a question, 'less you can handle the answer
Just how you got your power
Is a mystery quite strange
Come the Revolution
This type of thing may change
I'm sure that change scares you
Because you cannot see
I will be nicer to you
Than you have been to me!