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I.R.S.

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I.R.S.

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Love

Is it true?

What they say of you

Gonna call the President

Gonna call up the Private Eye

Gonna 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... ooh

I had

My doubts of you

Gonna call the President

Gonna call myself a Private Eye

Gonna need the I.R.S.

Gonna get 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 do

If 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

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