"What The F**k Did I Do?"  Parental Advisory genre: Folk Punk
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	A song questioning why some people deny that they are angry, when it is quite clear that they are.
	CD: Cannot be found elsewhere.   Label: P.K.T. Productions Credits: Written/Performed/Recorded By: Tanya Janca
	Story Behind the Song A fight that involved the sentence: "Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about!". Lyrics He says: Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about! And I say: "Really, I swear, I don't know." And he says: “Well I think you’re smart enough that you can figure it out!” And that’s the story of how my love life goes… What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? To make you so sad, to make you feel had, to make you yell, “I’m not mad!”. What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? I call him all up, he’s all cold to me. I ask him, “What’s wrong?” and he says, “I don’t know.” Then he mumbles a bunch of shit that we both know makes no sense. I ask him to elaborate, and he tells me where to go. What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? To make you so sad, to make you feel had, to make you yell, “I’m not mad!”. What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? I tell him about how my day went, suddenly he’s not speaking to me. For reasons I should know, be cause of course, I can read his mind. He sends me one-line cryptic emails, smoke signals and mores code. I don’t know what language this guy speaks, but I guess he figures I’ll learn it in time… What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? To make you so sad, to make you feel had, to make you yell, “I’m not mad!”. What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? And he tells lies to me, I think he’s hiding something from me. He’s always at least an hour late, some times it feels like he’s talking down to me. I cannot tell if he’s sincere, and I don’t know if I can trust him. All it feels I ever do, is give and give and give and give. Tell me, why are YOU the one who’s mad here, buster? What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? To make you so sad, to make you feel had, to make you yell, “I’m not mad!”. What the fuck did I do, this time, to you? He says: Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about! And I say: "For the hundredth time, I don't know."

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