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Lyrics
I'm So Tired (Of You)
by Ben C. Scales, Jr.
I seen your face in church before
Sittin' on the front pew
Smilin' at everything that preacher boy says.
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
I know you whispered in his ear
And he did just what you told him to.
Now you pretend you're not afraid.
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
Don't tell me that ain't true
Don't tell me that I'm lyin'
You've got a tall tell to sell,
And there ain't nobody buying.
Is this just a cry for help,
A message that you're sending?
I sure hope your story has a happy ending,
Cuz I'm so tired of listening to you.
I seen you hanging with your friends
Down on Seventh Avenue
A bunch of nonconformists all acting just the same
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
You protest profits that corporations take,
Then climb into your BMW
That was paid for with the interest
That your trust fund collects.
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
Don't tell me that ain't true.
Don't tell me that I'm lyin'
You've got a tall tell to sell,
And there ain't nobody buying.
You turn minutes into hours, hours into days,
Card games into card tricks, every time you play.
And I'm so tired of listening to you.
I know your mammy has a plan,
A long list of little things to do.
She thinks AIDS is a sinner's reward.
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
I know your pappy has a gun,
A barrel long and blue.
You pretend you're not afraid
Come on girl, don't tell me that ain't true.
Repeat 1st Chorus
copyright (c) 1999 Ben C. Scales, Jr.
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