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Well you take it all for granted
So it should come as no surprise
That your big balloon is gonna burst
Right before your eyes
Well you always call your mama
Just for sympathy
Well I tried to show you years ago
So don't come cryin' to me
And it's your last chance, the night is over
Last chance for love
Well you can blame it on the bossa nova
But can't blame me when I'm gone
Well you call me up for favours
You say that it's my turn
Well I think I'll stand on Mulholland Drive
And watch you bridges burn
Well I saw your guardian angel
He said I can't refuse
Well I'd take the chance
But it's hard to dance
In size 8 concrete shoes
Yeah Fuck You...
Written by:
B. Adams
J. Vallance
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