You had me right where you wanted, under your spell
Until you turned my high heaven into a living hell
Now you come crawling back, trying to whip up something new
Sorry baby, it ain't up to you
Well you can flash them weepy eyes, show me some skill
Hit me with your tongue, so I won't fool if I give in
You can do a little sun dance, and pray for a patch of blue
Heaven knows, it ain't up to you
Well you can cry bloody murder
But it's a case of love
You never can win
You let the genie out of the bottle
Good luck in putting him back in
You can do a little sun dance, you know the drill


The one who'd been wronged
He got the natural right
To be a little bit cold
And rightly impolite
Go on, cry in the river
Walk a mile in my shoes
That my baby
Is entirely yours
And you know that no love, no hurting ever will hold you back
You let the genie out of the bottle
Put back your vot'ful




Good Luck in putting him back in
You let the genie out of the bottle
You had me right where you wanted
Body and soul
Until you tore out my heart
And shattered full
Yet the world keeps on turning
And as much I know is true
It ain't up to you
It ain't up to you
It ain't up to you
It ain't up to you