Pack Your S--t - текст песни
Pack Your S--t
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
Can't you see now baby?
With the tears in my eyes
I don't feel right
But you don't feel the same way
How can we live this way?
You got your girls on the telephone
Talking 'bout this and that, that and this, so pack your shit
Go on your merry little way
I got no time for you today
No way
You said you hup'd up but you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on my covers?
You say you love me every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me?
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
Now wait a minute now, baby girl
You say that the pain in your life is because of me
Then you go fucking up my clothes, my cars
Did all I have to do for you, baby?
So check your best friend, walking round the house
With those tight mini skirts and no drawers on
"Baby you're a man in me", she said
"And I'll fulfil your every fantasy"
That's when I hup'd up, but I never fucked up
You never found no shit up on no covers
Said I loved you every time I kissed you
How could you do this to me?
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
How could you do this to me?
You said you hup'd up but you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on the cover?
You say you love me every time you're near me
How could you do this to me?
Boy you gotta - Pack your shit and get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
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