I didn't use you but I wish I had   I never liked you but I wish I did   But I wish I did      Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea   Or your Southern hospitality   Your voice has a sing song quality   And bones were made to be broken   And bones were made to be broken      Yes, alright, I can   With sunburned lips I can bitch   Yes, alright, I can   With sunburned lips I can bitch      About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer      Paste eaters like this sad season   Strong women gripe   And bite your heavy tongues   And bite your heavy tongues      Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea   And on Southern hospitality   Your voice has a sing song quality   And bones were made to be broken   And bones were made to be broken      Yes, alright, I can   With sunburned lips I can bitch   Yes, alright, I can   With sunburned lips I can bitch      About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer   About another stupid summer