Lyrics - From The Hip by Lloyd Cole

This one’s from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me
It should have been whipped
Out of me
Without a father figured i
Yeh
I concluded then that i’m
Not for spitting on
This one’s from the hip
My love
I should have warned you about me
It never got whipped
Out of me
Me and my modesty and
Mother your wretched son won’t
Take his medicine
Not i
I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and
I’m tired
And
I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should
I know why?
It’s a wicked world
I’ve had it up to here
Sweet jesus
I should have warned you about me
It’s sure to end in tears
And misery
Without a father figured i
Yeh
I concluded then that i’m
Not for spitting on
Not i...
Why should
I know why should
I care?
Who’s telling me what
I should wear?
Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine
I don’t care anymore
I’m sick and
I’m tired
And
I don’t care anymore
This one’s from the hip
Why should
I know why
It’s a wicked world

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