Playing Dead Lyrics - Give Yourself A Hand - Crash Test Dummies

I know that you don't love me 

I know you hate my guts 

I know the nasty things you say 

About me, to those sluts 

Well, maybe I'm a weasel 

Maybe I'm a liar 

Maybe I'm a skinny punk 

Who couldn't change a tire 

I'm laying down 

I'm playing dead 

I ain't fetchin' no stick 

No way, baby 

I've always been this pasty 

I've always been this shape 

I'm just a teensy-weensy thing 

Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes 

I'm laying down 

I'm playing dead 

I ain't fetchin' no stick 

No way, baby 

You know that you could train me 

You know I'd sit and beg 

But you think I'm just a dirty dog 

That tried to hump that pretty leg 

I'm laying down 

I'm playing dead 

I ain't fetchin' no stick 

No way, baby