Maria Mena - Cause and effect

I can’t laugh too hard, I’m on a diet
I’m trying to lose myself, you ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight, oh, it’s a riot
Every Sunday night

I binge and I barf cause I carry the scars of an eight-year-old
Whose mother applied the same rules to her kid’s body as her own

I think you’ll leave me soon, though I’ve no proof of it
But I’ll make it easier for you by being a little bitch
And this is just a theory
But I think the reason why I’m scared you’ll croak is The only male influence I had after Daddy up and left
Were my mother’s weekend lovers and their alcoholic breaths

I’ll tell you what caused it you’ll handle the effects
I’ll tell you what caused it you’ll handle the effects
I’ll tell you what caused it you’ll handle the effects
Yes, I’ll tell you what caused it you’ll handle the effects

I can’t laugh too hard, I’m on a diet
(Mommy’s home, why don’t you?)
I’m trying to lose myself, you ought to try it
(Open the door)
Just starve for six days straight, oh, it’s a riot
(Ha-ha)
Every Sunday night