You say you disturb me And
you don't deserve me,
But you know sometimes you
lie.
You say you're shakin' And
you're always achin',
But you know how hard you
try.
Sometimes it gets so hard
to care, It can't be this way ev'ry-where.
And I'm gonna let you pass,
Yes, and I'll go last.
Then time will tell just who
fell And who's been left behind,
When you go yor way and I
go mine.
The judge, he holds a grudge,
He's gonna call on you.
But he's badly built And he
walks on stilts, Watch out he don't fall on you.
You say you're sorry For tellin'
stories
That you know I believe are
true.
You say ya got some Other
kinda lover
And yes, I believe you do.
You say my kisses are not
like his,
But this time I'm gonna tell
you why that is.
I'm just gonna let you pass,
Yes, and I'll go last.
Then time will tell who fell
And who's been left behind,
When you go yor way and I
go mine.
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