Ah, ah
Is it true
What they
Say of
You

Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI
Theres not anymore
That I can do

All the reasons
That you give
Id follow you
To where youd lead
And if thatd be
The end of time its true

Wouldnt be the first time I been wrong
Wouldnt be the last
Im sure Ive known
With all the rumors I could tell
Somethings didnt work so well
Well anyway it feels the same

As when you first told me you were gone
So long ago but I stil held on
Through all the motions the love and the sex
And thats the truth and heres the worst yet
Would it even mattered the things that Id say
You made your mind up and gone anyway
And theres no use now in draggin it on
Shoulda seen it comin all along

Well its true
I had
My doubts of you

Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too

Ah...
Ah...

I bet you think Im doin this all for my health
I shoulda looked again babe at somebody else
Feelin like Ive done way more than wrong
Feelin like Im livin inside of this song
Feelin like Im just too tired to care
Feelin like Ive done more than my share
Could it be the way Ive carried on
Like a broken record for so long

And I do
Oh, oh

Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

Oh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
Its such a crime, you know its true

Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too

Theres not anymore that I can do