You move me, you groove me,
Then you disapprove me.
You bait me, you hate me,
Then you castigate me.
You judge me, begrudge me,
You try but you can't budge me.
You choose me, abuse me,
You know you're gonna lose me.
It's a bill of goods you're selling,
Comes with every thought of 'should',
I should have done better,
I should have done more,
I should have tried harder,
I should have kept score.
It's a bill of goods your selling,
Rotten to the core,
This bill of goods you're selling,
Why can't I ignore?
There are truths we can't admit,
And the mirror sometimes lies.
It's easier to be dishonest
About things you can't deny.
You tell me that you love me,
You tell me that you care.
I wish I could believe you,
You know that I won't dare.
It's a bill of goods you're selling,
Comes with every thought of 'should',
I should have been better,
I should have done more,
I should have tried harder,
I should have been keeping score.
It's a bill of goods your selling,
Rotten to the core,
This bill of goods you're selling.
Why can't I ignore?
You move me, you groove me,
Then you disapprove me.
You bait me, you hate me,
Then you castigate me.
You judge me, begrudge me,
You try but you can't budge me.
You choose me, abuse me,
You know you're gonna lose me.
You're gonna lose me.
You're gonna lose me.
You're gonna lose me.
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