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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 There's not anymore That I can do All the reasons That you give I'd follow you To where you'd lead And if that'd be The end of time it's true Wouldn't be the first time I been wrong Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I've known With all the rumors I could tell Somethings didn't 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 that's the truth and here's the worst yet Would it even mattered the things that I'd say You made your mind up and gone anyway And there's no use now in draggin' it on Shoulda seen it comin' all along Well it's 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 I'm doin' this all for my health I shoulda looked again babe at somebody else Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong Feelin' like I'm livin' inside of this song Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care Feelin' like I've done more than my share Could it be the way I've 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 It's such a crime, you know it's 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 There's not anymore that I can do