Dear John a letter
To say you'd better
Pack up your bags cause we are through
You'd said you loved me.
But then you snubbed me
How can we say our love is true?
But you said we're on a break
So you pick up girls in your wake
I have needs like any fella
Want to feel like Cinderella?
It's time we parted
Can't believe we started
This thing we always called the blues
You used to buy me flowers now you only sit for hours, watch the sport on TV and you leave the toilet seat up.
Pack your bags
Off you go
out the door
Don't you call, don't want to see you no more
But you can leave the cat
And the TV
I'm not a Genie for your wishes
Or the maid who does the dishes and I'm
Not a'cookin for you
No longing glances
No second chances
I'm off to Greec to get a tan
New day is blooming
and I am grooming
to find myself a better man
You can get a twitch that you got to itch
I've can feel a groove and I got to move
John it's concluded
That you're quite deluded
I'm not a genie for your wishes
Or a maid that does your dishes and I'm not a'cookin for you

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