NOTHING ON T.V.
(words & music by Ugly Lenny)
© Ugly Lenny's Rebellion

I need you...
'Cause I'm running outta holes in my head
And there's nothing good on my T.V. set
And nobody better was home
And I didn't wanna sit here alone
All the channels had on repeats of crap
So, I dug your number outta the trash
I finished off a twelve-pack of beer
So, by the time you got here
You looked like a million bucks
And that is why you left my house fucked!
It wasn't 'cause I liked you!