Only Good For Conversation Lyrics

My pocket don't drive me fast.
My mother treats me slow.
My statue's got a concrete heart,
but you're the coldest bitch I know. In the factory that you call your mind,
graveyard thoughts of stone.
A master thief, I wouldn't enter there.
You've nothing I would care to own, so help me. You're pretending that you got it made.Rodriguez - Only Good For Conversation - http://motolyrics.com/rodriguez/only-good-for-conversation-lyrics.html
You know I know you know no truth.
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid,
you're so proper and so cute. My pocket don't drive me fast.
My mother treats me slow.
My statue's got a concrete heart,
but you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me.