Cristin Tomeci - Please be good Lyrics

I'm talking to this woman on the phone
As I'm smoking
She responds in a vulgar and alien tone
I consider the prospect of just dropping by
And wringing her neck
I'm not doing it though
And her lip is abiding with me still alive on my flesh
I fly in a rage and we yell at each other
She's like a matchbox scraped bare
So bare I can no longer strike a match upon it
All night long she's been sweating and weeping but she's finally got the idea
All night long she's been fretting and weeping but she's finally worked up a sweat
I fly in a rage and we yell at each other
She's like a matchbox scraped bare by match- after match- after matchstick
So bare I can't manage to strike a match upon it
I sit up shout out something and we yell at each other
I slam my fist into the radio set also abiding with me
Why don't I just drop by
And wring her neck
I could only compare her to a glove made of flesh
In which God caught me one day
And squashed me flat against a wall
I'm talking to this woman on the phone
As I'm smoking
She responds in a vulgar and alien tone
I consider the prospect of just dropping by
And wringing her neck
I'm not doing it though
And her lip is abiding with me still alive on my flesh
I fly in a rage and we yell at each other
She's like a matchbox scraped bare
So bare I can no longer strike a match upon it
All night long she's been sweating and weeping but she's finally got the idea
All night long she's been fretting and weeping but she's finally worked up a sweat
I fly in a rage and we yell at each other
She's like a matchbox scraped bare by match- after match- after matchstick
So bare I can't manage to strike a match upon it
I sit up shout out something and we yell at each other
I slam my fist into the radio set also abiding with me
Why don't I just drop by
And wring her neck
I could only compare her to a glove made of flesh
In which God caught me one day
And squashed me flat against a wall