There's nothing worse than not knowing.
© J. Patrick Sharpe
Lyrics and music by J. Patrick Sharpe
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This morning I couldn’t help but notice
That you woke up on the wrong side of bed
And the fire in the whites of your eyes
Seemed to me to be unusually red
You’re glaring at me over your coffee
It’s bound to come out eventually
So tell me, who pissed in your corn flakes?
For God sakes I hope it’s not me
Did your mother call again last evening?
Just ignore everything that she said
Did the next door neighbor come calling
About the beer cans he found in his flowerbed?
This can’t be as bad as the arguments we had
When I forgot our anniversary (again)
So tell me, who pissed in your corn flakes?
For God sakes I hope it’s not me
Did someone cut you off out on the highway
Or cut in line in the convenience store?
I can’t take the stress of trying to guess
If I’ll be sleeping tonight on the floor
Honey, you know I’m a lover not a fighter
OK I’m not a fighter, on that we can agree
But how can we bury the hatchet
When you sharpen it right there in front of me
To take you in my arms and hold you
Is like hugging a hive full of bees
Please tell me, who pissed in your corn flakes?
For God sakes, I hope it’s not me
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