Sunday Paper Songtext
von Calaisa

I′m tired of hearing your voice on my answering machine
It seems like you've forgotten all the things you did to me
When you get drunk and lonely and start saying I love you
Well you′re the one who walked away so here's what you can do
Put it in the Sunday paper
Hang it on a billboard on the street
Sell it on the 60 second infomercial on TV
Tell it to your dog walker
Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store
Put it in the Sunday paper
I don't want to hear it anymore
Put it in the Sunday paper
I don′t want to hear it anymore
Well you said that you needed space so why you crowding me
Why you driving by my house you know this ain′t your street
I got the phone number if you wanna raise an attitude
They got friendly operators who gladly assist you
Put it in the Sunday paper
Hang it on a billboard on the street
Sell it on the 60 second infomercial on TV


Tell it to your dog walker
Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store
Put it in the Sunday paper
I don't want to hear it anymore
If you got so much time on your hands then give it to charity
Go to therapy
Get yourself a hobby
Put it in a melody
Sing it on the Opry
Just stop bugging me
Put it up in sky writing
On the scoreboard at the football game
Write it with a sharpie on your forehead
And walk around for days
Tell it to your nosy neighbor
And put it up on your front door
Put it in the Sunday paper
I don′t want to hear it anymore
Put it in the Sunday paper
I don't want to hear it anymore