Lyrics: Gus Unger-Hamilton/Joe Newman/Thom Sonny Green
Music: Gus Unger-Hamilton/Joe Newman/Thom Sonny Green
Bricked up a kilo
Paneled down in the back door
All the while I'm riding
To auditions I'm not getting
Why do I keep on returning to you?
All American jawlines
One room going over same lines
Grind the scripts like teeth
Why do I keep on returning to you?
B*****s, b*****s
Swarm of TV cameras
Click and stumble at the Chateau
Later, I hear John's
Body got carried out
Ice cream was a code word
Told to me by a cold man
These nice hotels
Gotta know your clientele.
Why do I keep on returning to you?
B*****s, b*****s
B*****s, c*****e
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Give me somะต ice cream
Give it to me now
Mama, now
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in LA)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
B*****s, b*****s
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in LA)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
B*****s
(He's never gonna make it)
B*****s