Title: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Album: Sunday Love
Artist: Fefe Dobson
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Wally Gagel, Fefe Dobson
Lyric:
Blah, blah, blah
You just wanna be my friend
Blah, blah, blah
Not that again
You're, oh, so amusing
It's all about using
You're unoriginal
I just don't have a prayer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so pitiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Now I feel better
Not your type
Oh, but you touched me first
You have a girl on the side
Don't pretend it hurts
So I can respect you
And I can reject you
I can't let you have your cake
And eat it too
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so pitiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Now I feel better
You know I would have done everything
Even worn your stupid wrong if that made you happy
Oh, I would have been your beauty queen
Would have let you watch me clean?
But you make me feel dirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you
You're so pitiful, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Now I feel better
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