歌词

How about a toast for all the years You turned the town against me, made them think I was the enemy You thought that I'd stay quiet, disappear Well, it feels so good to be back here I wrote a little speech on your behalf It says "I must sincerely 'pologize for forcing you to serve my time" You still think I won't get the last laugh Well, justice ain't considered a crime Nobody believed me when I told them I was innocent But if they had your company they'd let me get away with it Ya da da da da da da da da You tried to make me out to be the villain Ya da da da da da da da da This time I'm in for crimes that I committed Ya da da da da da da da da I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it What goes around will come around See you in prison They said they found my footprints in the snow (Uh oh!) Incriminating evidence, there's no way I'd get out of this But there is just one secret they don't know It was you in my shoes with the laces that glow Nobody believed me when I told them that you framed me But if you come up missing, darling, who would even blame me? Ya da da da da da da da da You tried to make me out to be the villain Ya da da da da da da da da This time I'm in for crimes that I committed Ya da da da da da da da da I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it What goes around will come around See you in prison The fires you started will burn you right up I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff The weapons you planted are pointed at you I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue! The fires you started will burn you right up I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff The weapons you planted are pointed at you I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue! Ooh ooh ooh! Ya da da da da da da da da You tried to make me out to be the villain Ya da da da da da da da da This time I'm in for crimes that I committed Ya da da da da da da da da I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it What goes around will come around See you in prison The fires you started will burn you right up I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff The weapons you planted are pointed at you I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue! The fires you started will burn you right up I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff The weapons you planted are pointed at you I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue!
Writer(s): Hanna Ross, Madison Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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