S.O.L. (Dance Remix)

Don't try to change my mind
I know what your silver plated lies can do
Just pack your bags and leave
And go take a bus ride out to Timbuk2

Don't try to telephone
Don't mail no letters home
Don't try to send a fax
'Cause i'll just send it back
Go hit the road like Jack 'cause
No this time you're S.O.L

I know there's fifty ways
For someone like you to leave a lover
Well here's another one
You're just about to soon discover

No money in you're purse
No joint account and worse
No credit cards to spend
No lover and no friend
You're really at the end
Ooh this time you're S.O.L

Don't try to tell me that you'll change your ways
I know you'll always be the same
You're moving out today with your suitcase
Don't ask me who's to blame

You thought you'd have your cake
And i'd never get the chance to taste it
Well even when you're faking
I'm not the kind who's gonna waste it

Don't think i sympathized
With all your alibi's
Don't think i couldn't tell
I know you very well
Don't try to tell me lies 'cause
Ooh this time you're S.O.L



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Godfrey Mitchell Halstead, Barry Harris
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