F**k You, Honey
Today is the day
That was gonna be our wedding day
Under a scarlet moon
But baby it's raining
And my medicine is failing
At making me forget pictures of you
In bed with him by your side
I wish I could tear them from my mind
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Never been somebody's enemy
Until you said shit about me
To your sister, father and your mother
How many stories did you write?
How many tears did you cry
On the shoulder of your sweet new lover?
You're a child, a lover of games and play
And I'm just your cigarette's ash tray
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Well I'm certainly no priest
And darlin' you're no nun
I know that we've both done right and wrong
I lost my shit a thousand times
Whilst you told a thousand lies
All that's left to do now is move along
But darlin' I was always true
Never loved a single soul but you
Fuck you, honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Fuck you, honey, fuck you
Though I wish you well
I hope you both find a nice warm bed in the fiery depths of hell
That was gonna be our wedding day
Under a scarlet moon
But baby it's raining
And my medicine is failing
At making me forget pictures of you
In bed with him by your side
I wish I could tear them from my mind
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Never been somebody's enemy
Until you said shit about me
To your sister, father and your mother
How many stories did you write?
How many tears did you cry
On the shoulder of your sweet new lover?
You're a child, a lover of games and play
And I'm just your cigarette's ash tray
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Well I'm certainly no priest
And darlin' you're no nun
I know that we've both done right and wrong
I lost my shit a thousand times
Whilst you told a thousand lies
All that's left to do now is move along
But darlin' I was always true
Never loved a single soul but you
Fuck you, honey, fuck you
For loving me
Then falling in love with the next damn man you see
Fuck you honey, fuck you
For making sad sad songs
The only thing I listen to on the jukebox and the radio
Fuck you, honey, fuck you
Though I wish you well
I hope you both find a nice warm bed in the fiery depths of hell
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Writer(s): Cal Rush-williams
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