I couldn't wait to get home
Prop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that isn't enough
Could use a few more
Telling me, telling me to shape up
Telling me, telling me to shape up

I looked in the mirror
I damn near cried
Call my buddies 'round
If not for you
Of course we ...[?]
We wound up downtown
Telling me, telling me to shape up
Telling me, telling me to shape up

I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
I like the New York Dolls, never drag
I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
Like the New York Dolls, bunch of fags

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I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
I love the New York Dolls, never drag
Couldn't wait to get home
Prop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that ain't enough
Could use five more
Telling me, telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up
Yeah, telling me, telling me
Don't tell me daddy, tell me to shape up