Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mrs. Jones, artist - Hole. Album song Pretty On The Inside, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Caroline
Song language: English
Mrs. Jones |
| Sorry man, sorry, sorry |
| I’ve got a bad eye |
| I shouldn’t have— I should’ve looked at it |
| I, I should’ve looked at it |
| Go, go away, go away |
| The sugar star, the sugar star |
| And the, the abortionist, hey, hey |
| You want her on the bed |
| With her legs wide open and her eyes all spread |
| Sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones, oh |
| Cry me a river, but just take me home, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones |
| Sorry man, I’ve gotta— |
| I’ve got it slimming |
| Fucking ran away with my abortionist |
| My little eye blacked with all the jizz |
| And the knife they used to gut my face in |
| It’s been out stabbing baby, baby angels, and |
| Smile, smile |
| The sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones |
| My virus is raging, it’s breaking my bones, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones |
| Cry, survive |
| Well, I will follow you down the sick drain |
| When I lean on, on the sink |
| Don’t worry, don’t worry |
| Don’t worry, baby |
| You will, you will never stink so bad |
| Whoa! |
| Sorry man, I’m sorry |
| I shouldn’t have looked at it, I… |
| I’m sorry, man |
| You’re a night blooming sickle cell |
| You’re a night blooming sickle cell |
| I ran away, I ran away |
| Look into the bloodroot, you suicide bitch |
| It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live |
| I’m sorry, man, I’m sorry, man, I’m sorry, man |
| Wow! |
| The sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones |
| Cute little doggie won’t leave me alone, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones |
| My virus is raging, it’s breaking my bones, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones, oh |
| Cry me a river, baby, just take me home, oh |
| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones |
| Sister Ectoplasma, she’s incredulous |
| Just like a pro, she takes off her dress |
| And she kicks you down in her snow-white pumps |
| Just remember, it was me who found the lump |
| Shit! |
| Shit! |
| Shit! |
| Shit! |
| East is east, and west is west |
| And mine was you, and mine was the best, yeah |
| East is east, and west is west |
| And mine was you, and mine was, mine was all |
| Mrs. Jones |
| Don’t ask me again |
| Don’t ever talk to me like that again |