`` sorry , darlin ' , when you stumble in at three in the morning and wake me up because you 're in a certain mood and i 'm exhausted from having a hammer or a paintbrush or a wrench in my hand all day , up a ladder , on my back under a sink , in town bleeding money on water heaters when my man 's at the slopes bleeding money , living , '' i leaned toward him and shouted , `` the good life , i do n't have it in me to suck your cock ! ''