The Dead Weather Treat Me Like Your Mother

Don t act like you can t act I know what you think you re doing You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother Don t act like you can t act Stand up like a man You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother You came up to late You came up to late now You came up to late To do a thing Come on look me in the eye You wanna try to tell a lie I bet you can t, you know why I m dressed like your mother Look me in the eye now You wanna try to tell a lie You can t, you know why