WHY? - Darla lyrics

Darla, they've brought your eggs
Into my kitchen i know you're wishin' your
Bones weren't so soft
But, your cage is just too small to move in
We're fucking groovin' in the city
It's a pity that you can't be groovin' too
Boo and i know that you weren't
Born for a pot pie
That you weren't born for the cajun life
And i know that your ovulation's private
And you're ready to be fertilized
Darla, you never said you were unhappy
Or you feel crappy
Never said anything at all
But i know you know you're
Not living the good life
If i could i'd pick lock you free
You'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st
That'd be neat and i know that you weren't
Born for a pot pie
That you were born for the cajun life
And i know that your ovulation's private
And you're ready to be fertilized