Country Song lyrics

i`m sick of your lies
and i`m sick of your threats
i`m sick of the way you want
and i sick of the way you get
wait`l i take off
wait`l you`re so bored
you`ll still be waiting someday
but you`ll never be sure
you`re calling me with the blues
it`s something i`ve gotten use to
you treat me like a meal
that you wanna throw-up
you treat me and you trick me
and you don`t show up
don`t worry of the queen
if the seats not sold
i`m sure you`ll keep your tan
when the sun makes you look old you`re calling me so what do you need
isn`t that why you called
i know you think i`m such a fabulous person
that`s not the point
just tell me which way did you fall

just like that i`ve gone back on my word
i love you too much to let you fly with a bird
coming down from an aeroplane crash
tapping off the shivers on your cigarette ash
you`re calling me with the blues
it`s something i`ve gotten use to
you drive too fast, ? in your mirrors
i`m still one the fly
that you`ll get it together
but when`s the last time
that you checked your mirrors
i hope for your sake
the vision is clearer
you`re calling me so what do you need
isn`t that why you called
i know you think i`m such a fabulous person
that`s not the point
just tell me which way did you fall
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