I.R.S.
(Rose???)
No 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 follow you
so When you plead the fifth, that'll be the end of time plus two
Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I've known
Through all the rumours I can tell, some things didn't work so well
Well, anyway it feels the same
'Cause when you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I've been here long
through all the emotions I learned to take
And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet
wouldn't even matter, the things that I say
you made your mind up (and your heart?) anyway
And there's no use now, in not getting on
should have seen it coming all along
Well it's true... I have
Forgotten 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
I'm gonna wave it, right there out in your face
Read it baby, with your morning news
with a sweet hangover
and the headline's true, now...
Oh Oh
I've been too sure to offer my help
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin like I've done way more than wrong
Feelin like I'm living inside of this song
Feelin like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin like I just walked in my sh*t
Could it be the weight that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long
What can 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.
Ooh, 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 there, out in your face
Read it baby, with your morning news
with a sweet hangover
and the headline's true...
There's not any more that I can do....