Ezra Furman

"Double Platinum"

You've got this friend
She's always in
People always leaning in to hear what she says
I'm such a boy
She's Miss Illinois
Pain is getting stronger in the pit of my stomach
Every other day
You can feel it when you're driving away
Every other day
Like a zombie trying to munch on your brain
You're waking up from the strangest dream
You grab the phone and scream
"Don't treat me like that"

Don't walk to my ca r
Stay where you are
Don't become another one of my lies of omission
Smiling so wide
But not the edge of your eyes
Yeah I think we feel the same kinda pain
Think you should forget my name
Think I'm feeling too fresh
You're waking up from the strangest dream
You grab the phone and scream
"Don't treat me like that"

Cause rich boys can be so cruel
But momma didn't raise no fool
Don't treat me like that

Baby get in your bunk
Smells like a skunk
Looks like a stow away in the box car

Gold on your walls
Silver and bronze
Think I'll leave before you go double platinum
Every single day
You can see it on the bar tender's face
Every single day
Like the rag they use to wipe down the place

You ride the bus til your soul gets stale
Just to chase some tail
Don't treat me like that
Cos little cuts till make you bleed
You give and receive
Don't treat me like that

You're waking up from the strangest dream
You grab the phone and scream
"Don't treat me like that"
Rich boys can be so cruel
But momma didn't raise no fool
Don't treat me like that
Oh don't treat me like that

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