Needle in the Neck

He's got a simple job for you A teen game you never bet you'd lose A row of tricks to make you feel unsure Same old joke that you haven`t heard Baby's got a temper, he's got some nerve Coming back, expecting to be served Well, this time it's the weather or it's the pills, Her needle in the neck make him feel ill, wow She was already sad Why did you make her mad? She was already sad Why did you make her mad? She didn't stop to check his vital signs Backed her shoes, took all of his wine "Dinner`s in the oven," she said and laughed "Do what you want, I`m gonna have a blast" Something in her heart had been asleep Had been compressed and buried deep Now, when it rises it felt like hell It felt like honey, like drowning in a wishing well She was already sad Why did you have to make her mad She was already You shouldn't have made her mad