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(Words and Music by: Zack Walters) Why you got to be bringing me grief stealing all my time I should be calling you thief so you fell in when I left the seat up you should've turned around and looked before planting your skinny ass butt what am I looking at what am I feeling right now why you got to be bringing me down increasing my lack of money cha-ching ain't a pleasant sound I turn the A/C up, you turn the A/C down It's like a circus on our not so merry go round I'm tired, I'm sick, I can be a dick, If your shrink don't save you, ooh ooh Then I'd have no clue what to do If valium don't calm you, ooh ooh Then maybe a shovel will do Pick me up don't be late, pay for my food but no touchin' my plate Open my door, pull out my chair, you better notice when I style my hair You didn't call, you didn't wait, I could just slap you right here on your face well Oh my girl the tables have turned, I'm gonna stay til my tan lines have burned Take out the trash, fill up my tank, say bye to your friends cause your locked on my chain Letras de cancionesSay by to all of that your ass is mine, for all of your years or maybe just nine blah, blah, blah, @#$%@^^ @#$&^%*$^##$ #$%^#$%^#$% Why you got to be acting all insane Neither jenny jones or jenny craig could ease my endless pain I know I should give up I know I should give in But round here that there we call Sinny sin, sin I'm tired, I'm worn, my side aches from your thorn From Letras Mania