Texty: Rolling Stones. All About You.

Well if you call this a life, why must I spend it with you?
If the show must go on let it go on without you
So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you

Who'll tell me those lies and let me think they're true, yeah?
What am I to do you want it, I got it too

Though the lies might be true, that's just 'cause the joke's about you
I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you
You're the first to get blamed, always the last bitch to get paid

Oh, tell me those lies let me think they're true, yeah
I heard one or two, they weren't about me
They weren't about her, they were all about you

I may miss you but missing me just isn't you
I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you

Oh, tell me those lies, let me think they're true
I heard one or two, and they weren't about me
They weren't about her, they're all about you, all about you

I'm so sick and tired, what should I do
You want it, want it you get it, get it
So how come I'm still in love with you?