Why Pick On Me - The Standells

Puzzled lips dipped in wine

Out to get this heart of mine

Candy kisses don’t mean a thing

If only lies those kisses bring

Platinum hair, black at the roots

Short, short skirts and dirty boots

Have an act and that’s surely a fact

To try to make my poor heart cry

Why pick on me

Why pick on me

Do you get your kicks when you see men cry

Why pick on me, yeah

Why pick on me

Is this the way I’ll have to get your heart

If you choose to play the field

Then you choose to know how it feels

When somebody messes you up

When he thinks that you’ve had enough

Why pick on me

Why pick on me

Do you get your kicks when you see men cry

Why pick on me, yeah

Why pick on me

Is this the way I’ll have to get your heart

Long hair up against my skin

But never once have you given in

To any one of my wants or needs

No matter how my poor heart bleeds

Why pick on me

Why pick on me

Do you get your kicks when you see men cry

Why pick on me, yeah

Why pick on me

Is this the way I’ll have to get your heart

Does it feel good

Why pick on me, baby

Why pick on me

Do you get your kicks when you see me cry

Why pick on me, baby

Why pick on me

Do you get your kicks when you see me cry