(paul cotton)
I抳e got my head up on the ceiling
And I can抰 see myself lookin� down
At a heartthat has no feelin�
And I could not care when you come around
I抦 tryin� to find a way to tell you,
Oh, my woman, you got to leave
And leave my life and try to make do
To somebody who will believe
If they could see through you to all of your lies
And take some time and maybe realize
That it抯 over before it began
And you抮e leavin� to find another man, oh.
I抳e got my head up on the ceiling
And I can抰 see myself lookin� down
At a heartthat has no feelin�
And I could not care when you come around
And I could not care when you come around.
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