The Reason They Hate Me - Daughters

Don’t tell me how to do my job

You carry on like a son of a bitch

They got a name for people like you

But I didn’t take the time to write it down, though

You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys

Which one’s going to give you a ride home?

Which one’s going to walk you to the door?

Wonder which one’s going to call?

Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do

Don’t tell me how to do my job

You gimme-gimme son of a bitch

They got a name for people like you

But I don’t give a good goddamn to remember what it is, now

Hoping that emotionless trip’s gonna pay-off

You’re gonna hope and wish all day

If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin

Will you find the affirmation that you need?

Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

And pretend, and pretend, and pretend

Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do

Don’t tell me how to do my job!

Don’t tell me how to do my job!

Don’t tell me how to do my job!

Don’t tell me how to do my job!

Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do