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McCartney Paul Press To Play Angry What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life? Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success. Look at you... just look at you. I said I'm angry just looking at you. I'm sick and tired of sitting back and listening To all of your clap-trap. If you could get me to take the rap I garantee You'd leave me with a backslap. Push me to the left, push me to the right, Try to make me out of my way. Even if you kick me off the edge of the world, You're still going to hear me say... What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life? Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success. Look at you. Oh look at you. I said I'm angry just looking at you. Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again. Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again. I can't bagin to tell you all the reasons Why you're makng me crazy. I've got so many answers. Like you're stupid, like you're crooked, Like you're lazy. Hit me with your left, hit me with your right, Hit me from the top to the toe. Even when you chew me up and spit me out, I'm still going to want to know. What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life? Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success. Look at you... look at you. I said I'm angry just looking at you. Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again. Shouting down again mahama. Shouting down again... What the hell gives you the right? |
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