Your lover’s lying
And it’s more than just in your bed.
He’s got a “secret”
That would turn your pretty head.

Your baby’s cheating
And the joke’s not just on you.
He’s got a girl in another town
And she’s being cheated too.

Tell me
When will you
Stop hitting the snooze?
Your life’s a mess
And the prints lead back to you.
‘Fess up, culprit.
You’re not the victim;
You’re the fool.
‘Cause if you play your life
like a game
you know you’re gonna lose.

Wake up again and again
For that thing you call work.
Slip on a white lie
Beneath your low cut shirt.

Hoping they won’t
look into your eyes
‘Cause even you’d be surprised
By what’s living inside of you.

Tell me
When will you
Stop hitting the snooze?
Your life’s a mess
And the prints lead back to you.
‘Fess up, culprit.
You’re not the victim;
You’re the fool.
‘Cause if you play your life
like a game
you know you’re gonna lose.

So you don’t smoke or even
Drink that much.
So you say you’re in love
Keep him steady by your touch.
So you never rolled a joint
Yeah what’s your point?
You got to bed at ten
After watching an hour of T.V. only.
You say you’re living smart
But you’re just killing yourself slowly.

Tell me
When will you
Stop hitting the snooze?
Your life’s a mess
And the prints lead back to you.
‘Fess up, culprit.
You’re not the victim;
You’re the fool.
‘Cause if you play your life
like a game
you know you’re gonna lose.