"Mr. Mr." as written by Emily Marcia Armstrong, Sean William Friday, Susan Mae Elizabeth Medley and Chris Null....
Hey, Mr. Mr.
What bothers me is you, you
Hanging around this world alone, and I feel the blues, blues
We're not talking about it
No we're just thinking about it
Hell, I'm fine here
Drinking my wine, my wine
And what could be worse is long gone by

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without
In my lungs - in my hands
The heavy eyes of a jealous man
This is everything I've known

What do I really have to offer?
Nothing, nothing

Hey, Mr. Mr.
It bothers me you, you
Hanging around this world, spinning around
And I feel the blues
We're not thinking about it
No, we're just talking about it
Hell, I'm fine here
Drinking my wine, my wine
And what could be worse is long gone by

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without
In my lungs - in my hands
The heavy eyes of a jealous man
This is everything I've known

What do I really have to offer?
What do I... what do I?
Nothing

(It spins around, it spins around, it spins around - this world)

Hey, Mr. Mr.
It bothers me
Been around this world, as a lonely girl
Who never knows
Motherfucker, it's my attitude that bothers you

When I know in my heart in my head I can do without
In my lungs - in my hands
The heavy eyes of a jealous man
This is everything I've known

What do I really have to offer?
Nothing at all


Lyrics submitted by LoudSilences, edited by imatt

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