Through the ceiling they really mean it
she's in Alcatraz
Don't call, don't come around
she said to me
for
I don't mind
You don't even wanna know my name
Here's to the future
forget about your past
here's to
I think you ought to know
it cuts right to
We used to love each other
And now Im having
She's got a temper like a hurricaneLike Gasoline to a
Who saidBroken pieces don't mendI sayI say to think againYou
ChorusI can't have you, and I don't have moneyAnd if
I don't want somebody elseAnd I don't need anybody elseYou're
I don't wanna watch the street or TVI don't wanna
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