Fresco Lyrics

Oh how nice of you

To call me up

But I know that you know

I can see right through

Your pity lies you tell

To all your friends

Why don't you go and

Get out of my face

Well my life's been on hold

Since that night you left for fresco

Well is it nice

And your lies are getting old

When your stories go on and on

Will you grow up

What's it like to have to keep track

Every time you open your mouth

I guess the truth must be used to hiding from you by now

Your the type to do cocaine on a Wednesday

Like your the thin white duke

And if you knew what was good for you

You'd drop the way you answer my phone calls

Well my life's been on hold

Since that night you left for fresco

Well is it nice?

And your lies are getting old

When your stories go on and on

Will you grow up?

Well my life's been on hold

Since that night you left for Mexico

Well is it enough?

And your lies are getting old

When your stories go on forever

Will you stop?

Now that you shut mouth

Can make everything clear now

Well I don't know

Who you think you are

The way you walk

The way you talk

You think your some royal from the isles

Well your not

Bitch

Well my life's been on hold

Since that night you left for fresco

Well is it nice?

And your lies are getting old

When your stories go on and on

Will you grow up?