Believe me when I say this,
I do not believe you...
Talk to me now,
Lie to my face,
You actually thought that I believed you
now didnt you!
Put me down and walk away,
You can't afford me now anyway,
I cure with age and will be more valuable
As I push on.
Take me for granted, it's okay,
I mean everyday when you awake and moan and shake,
so great, exactly who do you think makes you feel that way?
Believe me when I say this...
It doesn't matter, you won't listen anyway.
Stand there on your pedistool,
Give your acceptance speech.
I turned the mic up for you so that
no one could hear the words you just said.
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