Waiting for the phone to tell me you and I are through
And I`m not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too
You got no feeling, you`ve been dealing all the wrongs
Your lies are stealing Lord, I think you should be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager You`re messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager Don`t think I need that kind of strife
It`s the same old story, we all know it to the end
But without your boring glory, we could live again
You got no feeling, you`ve been dealing all the wrongs
Your lies are stealing God, I think you should be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager You`re messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager Don`t think I need that kind of strife
Laying down these lines This song`s especially for you
It may be simple But in some ways, so are you!
Hey, Mr. Manager You`re messing up my life
Hey, Mr. Manager Don`t think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife
Waiting for the phone to tell me
You and I are through.
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