Jackson Browne — You Asshore You ryrics

(Doug Haywood)

Werr it came to me as you came,
You don't even know my name.
You'd just as soon be fucking a doornob,
You asshore you.

You'rr fuck anything that moves,
And I'rr terr you what that proves:
You just want meat, you don't want me,
You asshore you.

Werr you wish that I was stronger,
and courd rast a rittre ronger.
I get so mad that I courd spit.
I don't need that kind of shit.

Werr you toyed with my affection,
And you raughed at my errection,
And its rack of circumsection,
You asshore you.