Cold, Kind, and Lemon Eyes

Oh God, deliver me from my enemies These women in green winter coats Working for a tip, don't paint your lips And don't bite, they're baiting you And don't cry 'cause they want you to Mama, I'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch And I hate being cross But you should hold your booze Please don't drop bombs on me I beg of thee just leave me in peace I'll have cold, kind and lemon eyes Oh, lemon eyes, my God Don't s*ck your gut so tight And don't cut your hair so nice Mama, I'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch I hate being cross But you should hold your booze Don't bite, I'm begging you And don't leave when I curse at you Mama, I'm sleeping it off Worn thin from red lights and scotch I hate being cross But you should hold your booze