I.R.S.

Love, oh ohh

Is it true?

What they say of you?

Gonna call the President

Gonna call a private eye

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 eye

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 eye

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 eye

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