Toes

I was fucked around when I was chasing you I reckon at the time you realised it too, oh, didn't you? I never even heard you try apologise All you did was deny it to my demise, oh, what a suprise So whatcha know about my goals? I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me I think you're stepping on my toes I think you're stepping on my toes I always hoped that you would reconsider me but You had eyes for those guys that were six foot three And had a degree And now I know I'm so much better off without you You wiped the cloth from my eyes, got me up off the couch I started writing about you Mm, mm-mm So whatcha know about my goals? I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me I think you're stepping on my toes I think you're stepping on my toes And if you could only feel just how I feel Maybe you would realise But the truth is that it hurts you to be real What a way to live your life So whatcha know about my goals? I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me I think you're stepping on my toes I think you're stepping on my toes So whatcha know about my goals? I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me I think you're stepping on my toes I think you're stepping on my toes So whatcha know about my goals?