Songteksten

Oh yeah Alright you win I'll pack my bags and go Alright no fight I won't put on a show You say you love me That you gave me everything But I say you lie Cause I know where you've been Wait, wait, wait Till the shit hits the fan Wait, wait, wait Till there ain't not much left You've been messing around With every guy in town And you think you're great But what do they say when you're gone Wait, wait, wait Till the shit hits the fan Wait, wait, wait Till there ain't not much left Go on like this Let everyone get your life Wait, wait, wait Till the shit hits the fan Wait, wait, wait Till there ain't not much left You've got today You've got to move on.
Writer(s): Geoffrey Stapleton, Gyan Evans, Garry Allan Frost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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