Yeah I see the way you roll your eyes The way your purse your lips Throw your stuff into a suitcase Put your hands upon your hips
I'm not moved by your evil glare The way you toss your hair You make stupid accusations By which time I've lost the thread
Sometimes I wonder how it is You get to piss me off this much I may be heavier handed And I like the tender touch You moan and groan about me staying out And drinking with the guys I bet I bring them home trying
Something awfully wrong with this deal babe Any fool could see its true Can't you understand how I feel babe You got me, but all I got is you
I guess I just don't have it in me To keep you satisfied To be honest with you babe I'm only in it for the ride
And you may never bring yourself To take me as I am But in case you hadn't noticed I don't give a fucking damn
Compositores: Donald Smith Airey (Don Airey) (PRS), Ian Anderson Paice (Ian Paice) (PRS), Ian Gillan (PRS), Robert Alan Ezrin (Bob Ezrin) (SOCAN), Roger David Glover (David Roger) (PRS), Steven J Morse (Steve Morse) (BMI)Editores: Dregs Music (BMI), Ezrin Music (BMI), Copperpenny Music (BMI), Thames Overtures Ltd (ASCAP), Jerden Records (PRS)Publicado em 2017ECAD verificado obra #16441632 e fonograma #20394587 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM