F C Well if you call this a life Bb Bbm F Why must I spend it with you C If the show must go on Bb Bbm F Let it go on without you C Bb Bbm F C Bb So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you C Am Who'll tell me those lies Bb F And let me think they're true Bb F What am I to do Bb Bbm F You want it. I got it too Though the lies might be true That's just 'cause the joke's about you I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you You're the first to get blamed Always the last bitch to get paid I may miss you But missing me just isn't you I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you Tell me those lies Let me think they're true I heard one or two And they weren't about me, they weren't about her They're all about you
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