Guns n' Roses - I.R.S.

Love, oh ohh
Is it true?
What they say of you?

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private I
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

There's not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you gave, I'd follow you
To when you plead the fifth
That'd be the end of time, its true

Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last, I should have known
Through all the rumors I can tell
Some things 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've still held on
Through all the emotions the love and the sex
That's the truth and here's the worst yet

Wouldn't even matter, the things that I'd say
You made your mind up and gone anyway
There's no use now in dragging it on
Could've seen it coming all along

Well it's true, oh
I had my doubts with you

Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a private I
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too, now

I bet you're thinking I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong
Feelin' like I'm living inside of this song

Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin' like I done more than my share
Could it be the way that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long

What can I do?
Ooh, oh.

I'm gonna call the President
I'm gonna call a private I
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need myself the FBI

Ooh, what shall I do
I gave my heart to you, oh
It's such a crime, you know it's true

Gonna call the president
Gonna need myself a private I
Ooh, gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too

There's not anymore that I can do