Barbara Dickson - Picking up After You lyrics

Here comes the bride There goes the groom Looks like a hurricane Went through this room Smells like a pool hall Where's my other shoe And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Looks like you spent the night in a trench And tell me How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench? The roses are dead And the violets are too And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Well, I've told you before I won't tell you again You don't defrost the icebox With a ballpoint pen This railroad apartment Is held together with glue And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Because I know I've been swindled I never bargained for this What's more, you never cared about me Why don't you get your own place So you can live like you do And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you Take all your relatives And all of your shoes Believe me I'll really swing When you're gone I'll be living on chicken and wine After we're through With someone I pick up after you With someone I'll pick up after you With someone I pick up after you With someone I pick up after you