So what, somebody left you in a rut And wants to be the one whos in control But the feeling that youre under can really make you wonder How the hell she can be so cold So now youre mad, denying the truth And its hidden in the wisdom in the back of your tooth Ya need ta spit it out, in a telephone booth While ya call everyone that you know, and ask em Where do you think she goes Oh ya, where dya suppose she goes, oh.
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 22:13:43 +0000