I'm a prickly spike of knowledge
I am the keeper of the key
I'm a professor of the orange
Come and pick me off the tree
And still you take my things
And still you drink my wine
And still you eat me out of house 
And home all the time
~
My arms and legs feel numb
And I have lost all rhyme and reason
I have forgotten how to live
And I have lost all sense and feeling
And still you take my things
And still you drink my wine
And still you eat me out of house 
And home all the time
~
You walk into my kitchen
“Now feed me!” You demand
So I give you rotten veggies
And the cold shoulder off the ham
And still you take my things
And still you drink my wine
And still you eat me out of house 
And home all the time
~
When I put my house in order
Long after the damage is done
I’m just about to change my number
From eight, five, four, seven, six, one
And still you take my things
And still you drink my wine
And still you eat me out of house 
And home all the time

CHORUS:
You're my lady, oh-oh-oh you're my lady
You're my lady, you're my freaky lady
And still you take my things
And still you drink my wine
And still you eat me out of house 
And home all the time