When I was a little boy you stole everything

You took my toys, my books,  my clothes 

Anything you could get your hands on

Your hands all over my good looks

Standing in the bathroom looking shook 

You’re a crook

Here’s a nook take a cranny

Keep running in circles in your jammies

Daddy won’t catch ‘cause he’s not there

Peek-a-boo

Turn around Elizabeth

Your my friend

Your my cousin 

Please don’t teach me what your daddy taught you

I’m too young to know how quit, but not to forget

It was you who played with my huevos

And this is me twenty years later calling you out

You made a mistake, but I don’t blame you

Even though it led me to the destruction, and the drugs, and the psychiatrist

And I’m growing on up and  after you fall on your face

Get back up

I never talked shit about you like you did behind me

I just threw up one day and let God deal with it

And when it came back like vomit I spewed up

It looks like this song and sounds like your name