Why D'ya Do It? - Marianne Faithfull

When I stole a twig from our little nest\nAnd gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak\nI had my balls and my brains put into a vice\nAnd twisted around for a whole fucking week\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you let that trash\nGet a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?\nWhy d’ya do it? she said, why’d you let her suck your cock?\nOh, do me a favor, don’t put me in the dark\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, they’re mine all your jewels\nYou just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, when you know it makes me sore\n'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you spit on my snatch?\nAre we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you do what you did?\nYou drove my ego to a really bad skid\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, ain’t nothing to laugh\nYou just tore all our kisses right in half\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d ya do what you did\nBetray my little oyster for such a low bitch\nWhy d’ya do it? she said, why’d you do what you did?\nYou drove my ego to a really bad skid\nWhy d’ya do it?, she screamed, after all we’ve said\nEvery time I see your dick, I see her cunt in my bed\nThe whole room was swirling\nHer lips were still curling\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you do what you did\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you do what you did\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d ya do it, she said\nWhy’d you do what you did?\nOh, big gray mother, I love you forever\nWith your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather\nWhy d’ya do it?, she said, why’d you do what you did\nAh, I feel better now