LoveIs it true?
What they say of you
Gonna call the President
Gonna call up the Private
EyeGonna get the I.R.S.
Gonna need the F.B.I.
There's not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you give
I follow you
So when you plead the fifth,
Baby, every time,
It's true
Wouldn't be the first time
I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last
I'm sure
I've known
Through all the rumors
I can tell,
Some things didn't work so well
Well anyway, it feels the same
When you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I feel it head on
Through all the emotions and having a fit
And that's the truth and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that
I say
You made your mind up and are gone anyway
There's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along
Well it's true...
oohI had
My doubts of you
Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private
Eye Gonna get the I.R.S.
Gonna need the F.B.I.
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true now
[Guitar Solo]
I feel your doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feel like I done way more than wrong
Feelin' like I never gonna get ya outta this song
Feelin like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin like I done more than my share
Could it be the weight that
I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long
And I do
Ooh, oh
I'm gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the I.R.S.,
Gonna need myself the F.B.I.
Ooh,
what shall I doIf I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime you know it's true
[Guitar solo]
Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Gonna need the I.R.S.
Gonna get the F.B.I.
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true
There's not anymore that
I can do
