Текст песни 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
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