Oh Mr. pit
Oh Mr. pit
Mr. pitiful
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
You still don't believe
You don't believe
You don't believe
and your grievances show
Your soapbox unfolds
But, please come down from that cloud
you’re sitting on I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong
I just want to know how you’ve been
It don’t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Mulling it over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, to still be friends, to still be my friend
So where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
While I was out
While I was out
While I was out
Well I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe
everything I see
And if you don't like the movie then quit acting
But, please come down from that cloud
you’re sitting on I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong
I just want to know how you’ve been
It don’t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Mulling it over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, still be friends, still be friends, to still be my friend, still be my friend, still be my friend
compositores: MATTHEW ALBERT COSTA
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