IRS Lyrics

Love, 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 give, I follow you So when you lead them in That'll be the end of time, it's true
Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong Wouldn't be the last I'm sure, I've known With all the rumors I can tell Some things didn't work so well Well, anyway, it feels the same
When you first told me you were gone So long ago but I still held on Through all the emotions that I've had to take And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that I say You've made your mind up and gone anyway And there's no use now in dragging it on Should've seen it coming all along
Well, it's true, oh I had My doubts of 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 Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it baby, with your morning news With a sweet hangover and the headlines too, now Ah, ah
I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health I should've looked again then at somebody else Feeling like I've done way more than wrong Feeling like I'm living inside of this song
Feeling like I'm just too tired to care Feeling like I've done more than my share Could've been the way that I carried on Like a broken record for so long and I do, oh 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 down in your face Read it baby, with your morning news With the sweet hangover and the headlines too There's not anymore that I can do