Buzz Away
What the hell happened to you girl
You used to be my sweet hummingbird
Now you act like a mad dragon, I say: you're not gonna stay!
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking, just go
Why you want all this fuzz and fight, is it fun, or just outta spite
I don't know but I had it with you, oh baby please just buzz away
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking just go
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe I can start to get on with mine
Lately girl, you've been unbearable
You became such a god damned troll
Don't think I need to tell you honey
Ain't no way this thing will roll
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking just go
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe we can get a party starting right here
Now it's no more fuzz and fight, feels good, yeah it's quite alright
I made a really good decision, and my baby just buzzed away
Yes she knew those boots were made for walking, now she's gone
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe I can start to get on with mine
You used to be my sweet hummingbird
Now you act like a mad dragon, I say: you're not gonna stay!
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking, just go
Why you want all this fuzz and fight, is it fun, or just outta spite
I don't know but I had it with you, oh baby please just buzz away
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking just go
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe I can start to get on with mine
Lately girl, you've been unbearable
You became such a god damned troll
Don't think I need to tell you honey
Ain't no way this thing will roll
You ought to know, those boots are made for walking just go
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe we can get a party starting right here
Now it's no more fuzz and fight, feels good, yeah it's quite alright
I made a really good decision, and my baby just buzzed away
Yes she knew those boots were made for walking, now she's gone
Baby, baby, that'll be the day
You're face on the greyhound, taking you cross the countyline
And baby, baby, it's time to say goodbye
With you out of my life, maybe I can start to get on with mine
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