Songtexte Picking Up After You - Crystal Gayle & Tom Waits

Here comes the bride, and there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane went through this room
Smells like a pool hall, where′s my other shoe?
And I'm sick and tired of pickin′ up after you
Looks like you spent the night in a trench
And tell me, how long have you been combin' your hair with a wrench?
The roses are dead and the violets are too
And I'm sick and tired of pickin′ up after you
Well, I′ve told you before, I won't tell you again
You don′t defrost the icebox with a ball point pen
This railroad apartment is held together with glue
And I'm sick and tired of pickin′ up after you
Because I know I've been swindled
I never bargained for this
What′s more, you never cared about me
Why don't you get your own place
So you can live like you do?
And I'm sick and tired of pickin′ up after you
Take all your relatives and all of your shoes
Believe me, I′ll really swing when you're gone
I′ll be living on chicken and wine after we're through
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I pick up after you