Treat Me Right

SF: Well, he's all man, not like those other guys
PK: Say what?
SF: Well, he's all man, not like those other guys
PK: That's what she said
PK: I said, "Honey, you got that look in your eyes"
PK: I said, "Honey, where's that leave me tonight?"
Both: You don't treat me right

SF: Well, you broke down, I don't believe what you said
PK: That's what she said
SF: You broke down, I don't believe what you said
PK: She said it again
PK: I said, "Honey, I might be dull as a junkman's blade"
PK: I said, "Honey, even a broken clock's right twice a day"
Both: Why do you treat me this way?

SF: You go out of your way to bite the hand that feeds you
PK: You're turning your back on the only man that needs you
SF: I'm doing my best to disappear every night
Both: I said, "Baby, you don't treat me right"

PK: Well, the closer I get, the further away you feel
SF: I got my ear to your chest, listening for something real
PK: Well, I'm doing my best, you disappear every night
Both: I said, "Baby, you don't treat me right"

SF: Well, he's all man, not like those other guys
PK: Oh man, I wish she would stop saying that
SF: Well, he's all man, not like those other guys
PK: That's what she said
PK: I said, "Honey, you got that look in your eyes"
PK: I said, "Honey, where's that leave me tonight?"
Both: You don't treat me right

PK: No you don't
SF: No you don't
PK: No no no, you don't treat me right
SF: No, I think it's the other way 'round
PK: No no no, you don't treat me right, baby, you know that
SF: We could argue all day about this
PK: I say, "Play the guitar"
SF: Alright