Song lyrics Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me by Pearl Jam

donīt you want people to love you?
my spanking, thatīs the only thing i want so much...
spanking, thatīs the only thing i want so much...
thatīs the only thing i want so much...
donīt you want people to love you?
my spanking, thatīs the only thing i want so much...
thatīs the only thing i want so much...
why is that better than being hugged?
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
why is that better than being hugged?
because you get closer to the person...
closer to the person...
just like a person having sex feels cared for...
we wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
and they feel loved about that...
and this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it...
just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
itīs the way iīll always be probably...
my last one was born in the system...
see, theyīre stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
theyīre stupid...
these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
this mentality, honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
honest to god, really...
you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
everything seems so eight ball...
everything seems so eight ball...
and i, i donīt know if thatīs my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
and i donīt know if thatīs my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
think they got me...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...hmm...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
...know if thatīs my imagination, but, umm...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
hey foxymophandlemama, thatīs me...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
she prides herself on her cleaning habits...
itīs a lovely stupid mop, it is...
thereīs something really screwey about no streaking...
is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
come on mop, no streaking mop...
i donīt mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i donīt like it...
itīs not me, itīs the mop...
come, i bought some new mops...
go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
i donīt believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i donīt believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
i donīt believe it...old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
old sponge mop...
dumb old sponge mop...
youīre right, this mopīs stupid...
dumb old sponge mop...
i donīt believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
thatīs why they call me mophandlemama...
now the floor looks beautiful...
thatīs why they call me mophandlemama...
thatīs why they call me mophandlemama...
thatīs why they call me mophandlemama...
in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
the manager told her to completely forget...
if you ever go to bed, iīll kill you...
do i tell the whole world that iīm mentally ill?
go to the papers...yeah, why not?
drum roll...
i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
very much so...
think i deserve to be loved...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
...to be loved, donīt you?
but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
...that i can walk without hands of theirs...
and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself...
keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
i think i deserve to be loved, donīt you?
very much so...
do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
yes, i believe i would...