I.R.S.

Love, oh ohh Is it true? What they say of you? Gonna call the President Gonna call a private eye Gonna get the IRS Gonna need the FBI There's not anymore that I can do All the reasons that you gave, I'd follow you To when you plead the fifth That'd be the end of time, its true Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong Wouldn't be the last, I should have known Through all the rumors I can tell Some things didn't work so well Well anyway, it feels the same As when you first told me you were gone So long ago, but I've still held on Through all the emotions the love and the sex That's the truth and here's the worst yet Wouldn't even matter, the things that I'd say You made your mind up and gone anyway There's no use now in dragging it on Could've seen it coming all along Well it's true, oh I had my doubts with you Gonna call the President Gonna call myself a private eye Gonna need the IRS Gonna get the FBI 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 too, now I bet you're thinking I'm doing this all for my health I should've looked again then at somebody else Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong Feelin' like I'm living inside of this song Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care Feelin' like I done more than my share Could it be the way that I've carried on Like a broken record for so long What can I do? Ooh, oh. I'm gonna call the President I'm gonna call a private eye Gonna get the IRS Gonna need myself the FBI Ooh, what shall I do I gave my heart to you, oh It's such a crime, you know it's true Gonna call the president Gonna need myself a private eye Ooh, gonna need the IRS Gonna get the FBI 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 too There's not anymore that I can do