F**k You
Somebody, they once told me that I'm too emotional
Somebody they once told me, that my mind's too radical
My voice was always shaking, and they had me so convinced
All the stories they've been making, nothing ever making sense
Some days I'm so fed up
They always try to shut me up
Somebody they once told me maybe I should cover up
Somebody they once told I deserve to be locked up
Oh, I wasn't born to beg or plead some white wig wearing men
Or the ex who broke my heart and started screwing all my friends.
I cried over you
You hurt my feelings too
So fuck you
I know its rude to curse and yell
But you made my life a living hell
So fuck you too
Somebody they once told me, that I must be a drunk
Somebody they once told me that my clothes are too tattered up
Or my skirt cant be too tight
& I'm not acting lady like
They're always pushing me around
Expecting mr. nice guy
Well thats not how I'm gonna act
And if you've got a problem with that fuck you
And if my words arent really clear
Then get out of my way and hold my god damn beer
Cuz fuck you too
Somebody, they once told me my priorities are wrong
Somebody they once told me I should get a real job
I dont think I could live that long
Or know how to get along
So I took this damn guitar, and I wrote this stupid song.
I've got a lot to give
So if you think you can tell me how to live then fuck you
Well, well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well, FUCK YOU
Somebody they once told me, that my mind's too radical
My voice was always shaking, and they had me so convinced
All the stories they've been making, nothing ever making sense
Some days I'm so fed up
They always try to shut me up
Somebody they once told me maybe I should cover up
Somebody they once told I deserve to be locked up
Oh, I wasn't born to beg or plead some white wig wearing men
Or the ex who broke my heart and started screwing all my friends.
I cried over you
You hurt my feelings too
So fuck you
I know its rude to curse and yell
But you made my life a living hell
So fuck you too
Somebody they once told me, that I must be a drunk
Somebody they once told me that my clothes are too tattered up
Or my skirt cant be too tight
& I'm not acting lady like
They're always pushing me around
Expecting mr. nice guy
Well thats not how I'm gonna act
And if you've got a problem with that fuck you
And if my words arent really clear
Then get out of my way and hold my god damn beer
Cuz fuck you too
Somebody, they once told me my priorities are wrong
Somebody they once told me I should get a real job
I dont think I could live that long
Or know how to get along
So I took this damn guitar, and I wrote this stupid song.
I've got a lot to give
So if you think you can tell me how to live then fuck you
Well, well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well, FUCK YOU
Credits
Writer(s): Shelby Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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