Written by Fiona Apple
Intro: F# E7 x2 Verse: F# How many times do I have to say E7 To get away-get gone F# E7 F# Flip your shit past another lasses E7 Humble dwelling F# E7 F# You got your game, made your shot, and you got away E7 With a lot, but I'm not turned-on F# E7 D#m So put away that meat you're selling Bridge/Chorus: D#m Cuz I do know what's good for me D#m F# And I've done what I could for you F D#m But you're not benefitting, and yet I'm sitting F Singing again, sing, sing again Cm Gm How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this Cm F Am I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it Cm Gm Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out F It's time the truth was out that he don't give a Cm F#dim F D#m Shit about me F# E7 F# E9 Bridge/Chorus verse 2: How many times can it escalate Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe? And I must decide, if you must deride That I'm much obliged to up and go I'll idealize, then realize that it's no Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and There's nothing left to grieve Fuckin go- Bridge/Chorus: Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again, Sing, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out It's time the truth was out that he don't give a Shit about me
See also: Bobby Mcferrin - Don't worry, be happy |
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