Nobody's home, did not come,
passed through your hair
Just
the music stopped all abruptly While we were playing musical chairs
I felt powerful
feelings These days most he contempt
I tell him straight to sing his hook But he pays half the rent
Hope there's no him in tomorrow Though I thought his face was mine
Oh,
I, I can't stand the man
Nobody's twisting your arm
or making you choose
But he throws his gaskets and a young man with just blown heels
I don't need
a past tense punctuated by regret He says think of all the good times
But I'd rather we forget I tell him it's all over
He says we're not finished yet Oh,
I, I can't stand the man
I'm not getting high,
just getting by the best I can
Oh, I, I
can't stand the man
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