You had me right where you wanted Under your spell Until you turned my high heaven Into a living hell Now you come crawling back Tryna whip up something new Sorry baby, it ain't up to you
Well you can floss them weepy eyes Show me some skin Hit me with your charms Fool if I give in You can do a little sundance And pray for a [?] Heaven knows, it ain't up to you
And you can cry bloody murder But it's a case you never can win You let the genie out of bottle Good luck in putting him back in
You know the one who'd been wronged He got the natural right To be a little bit cold And rightly impolite Go on, cry me a river Walk a mile in my shoes That my baby, is entirely up to you
You let the genie out of bottle Good luck in putting him back in
You had me right where you wanted Bought it and sold Until you tore out my heart And shot it full of holes Yeah the world keeps on turning And this much I know is true It ain't up to you It ain't up to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
