Queenie
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I secretly believe that ROBIN FINCK SUCKS
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« on: June 11, 2009, 04:59:05 PM » |
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IRS
Ah, ah Is it true What they say of you
Gonna call the President Gonna call a Private Eye Gonna get the IRS Gonna need the FBI
There's not anymore that I can do All the reasons that you gave I'd follow you To where you'd lead and if that be the end of time its true
Wouldnt be the first time I been WRONG Wouldnt be the last I'M SURE, I've Known With all the rumors I could tell, Some things didn't work so well
Well anyway, it feels the same
As when you first told me you were gone, So long ago but I still held on Through all the Motions, the Love and the Sex And thats the truth, and here's the worst yet
Would it even matter the things that I'd say You made your mind up and gone anyway And there's no use now in dragging it on Should've seen it coming all along
Well it’s true....ooh....I had, My doubts of you
Gonna call the President Gonna call myself a Private Eye Gonna need the IRS Gonna get the FBI Gonna make this a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it baby with your morning news With a sweet hangover And the headlines too, now
Ah ah
I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health I should've looked again babe at somebody else Feelin' like I'm done way more than wrong Feelin' like I'm livin' inside of this song Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care Feelin' like I done more than my share Could it be the way that I carried on Like a broken record for so long
And I do Ooh, oh, I'm Gonna call the President, I'm gonna call a private Eye Gonna get the IRS, Gonna need myself the FBI.
Oooh, What shall I do, If I gave my heart to you? It's such a crime you know it's true
Gonna call the president Gonna need myself a private eye Ooh, gonna need the IRS Gonna get the FBI Gonna make it a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it baby with your morning news With a sweet hangover and the headlines too
There's not anymore that I can do
SORRY
You like to hurt me You know that you do You like to think in some way That it's me and not you (But we know that isn't true)
You like to have me Jump and be good But I don't want to do it You don't know why I don't act The way you think I should
You thought they'd make me Behave and submit What were you thinking 'Cause I don't forget
You don't know why I won't give in To hell with the pressure I'm not caving in You know that I got Under your skin You sold your soul But I won't let you win
You talk too much You say I do Difference is nobody cares about you
You've got all the answers You know everything Why nobody asked you It's a mystery to me
I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me You don't know who in the hell to Or not to believe
I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me You don't know who you can trust now Or you should believe You should believe You don't know who you can trust now Or you should believe
You close your eyes All well and good I'll kick you ass Like I said that I would
You tell them stories They'd rather believe Use and confuse them They're numb and naïve The truth is the truth hurts don't you agree It's harder to live with the truth about you Than to live with the lies about me
Nobody owes you Not one god damn thing You know where to put your Just shut up and sing
I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me You don't know who in the hell to Or not to believe I'm sorry for you Not sorry for me You chose to hurt those that love you And not set them free Not set them free You chose to hurt those that love you And not set them free
You don't need Anybody else to be Sorry for you You've got no heart You can't see All that you've done for me I know the reasons You tear me apart
more soon . . .
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