The Fuck Off Song
You, came crawling back
Still claiming that your love for me
Was true and for eternity
Well I'm not so sure
'Cos I know where you've been
Hanging out in bars 'til late
Hooking up with Tinder dates
Fucking in your car
So please, go fuck yourself
You're sure to find some easy fling
To help you with that sort of thing
I hope it's what you want
I'd just like you to act honestly
And refrain from infidelity
Not too much to ask if you ask me
But you never do
You're not the greatest thing to, ever occur to me, no
The more I contemplate you the more I come to hate you
I'm ripping up the rule book, and telling you
To fuck off, to fuck off, to fuck off
So go, get out the door
I've been listening to Gloria
She tells me that I don't need ya
Now or evermore
And I, don't give two shits
If you should die tomorrow night
Sleeping rough from frost bite
It's a day too late
And don't, come back again
I'm done with you I'm moving on
Futures looking brighter and I've
Got some brand new shades
I'd just like you to act honestly
And refrain from infidelity
Not too much to ask if you ask me
But you never do
You're not the greatest thing to ever occur to me no
The more I contemplate you the more I come to hate you
I'm ripping up the rule book, and telling you
To fuck off, to fuck off, to fuck off
Just fuck off, just fuck off, just fuck off
Yeah fuck off, yeah fuck off, just fuck off
Once I was afraid, I was petrified
Still claiming that your love for me
Was true and for eternity
Well I'm not so sure
'Cos I know where you've been
Hanging out in bars 'til late
Hooking up with Tinder dates
Fucking in your car
So please, go fuck yourself
You're sure to find some easy fling
To help you with that sort of thing
I hope it's what you want
I'd just like you to act honestly
And refrain from infidelity
Not too much to ask if you ask me
But you never do
You're not the greatest thing to, ever occur to me, no
The more I contemplate you the more I come to hate you
I'm ripping up the rule book, and telling you
To fuck off, to fuck off, to fuck off
So go, get out the door
I've been listening to Gloria
She tells me that I don't need ya
Now or evermore
And I, don't give two shits
If you should die tomorrow night
Sleeping rough from frost bite
It's a day too late
And don't, come back again
I'm done with you I'm moving on
Futures looking brighter and I've
Got some brand new shades
I'd just like you to act honestly
And refrain from infidelity
Not too much to ask if you ask me
But you never do
You're not the greatest thing to ever occur to me no
The more I contemplate you the more I come to hate you
I'm ripping up the rule book, and telling you
To fuck off, to fuck off, to fuck off
Just fuck off, just fuck off, just fuck off
Yeah fuck off, yeah fuck off, just fuck off
Once I was afraid, I was petrified
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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