Ain't it funny how the ones you love are the very same ones that can hurt you?
Maybe funny ain't the right word, describe what it feels like when someone deserts you?
And I know there's nothing I can do or say, to try and get you to change, but you must do better ...
It's been 50 odd years now, since we've had any kind, kind of momentum,
It's like some dirty rotten scoundrel
Came door to door and you know what?
We all bought one.
But are we really any better off?
You smile and you wave to a person and they think you're a predator ...
Hey, hey, America -
The land of mountains lakes and streams of blue -
I've been trying so many years now,
Too many years to count,
To get ahold of you -
But your lines always busy
And you know you never write and you never call ...
Why hello there little one,
I'd like to know ya,
But you don't yet have a name -
But if you ever come to meet me,
You know that I'd be so happy that you came -
And there would never be any doubt in your mind that your mama loves you and your life it ain't a game -
But things as they stand now,
I'm gonna put on my hat and get on back to work -
And hope that every one and two, people that I meet at ain't some kind of jerk -
You know I don't care anymore about their schemes of dreams, you know they ain't my own?
Cate James - Hey Hey America (feat. Oliver John Paul Kristian) Lyrics
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Ain't it funny how the ones you love are the very same ones that can hurt you?
Maybe funny ain't the right word, describe what it feels like when someone deserts you?
And I know there's nothing I can do or say, to try and get you to change, but you must do better ...
It's been 50 odd years now, since we've had any kind, kind of momentum,
It's like some dirty rotten scoundrel
Came door to door and you know what?
We all bought one.
But are we really any better off?
You smile and you wave to a person and they think you're a predator ...
Hey, hey, America -
The land of mountains lakes and streams of blue -
I've been trying so many years now,
Too many years to count,
To get ahold of you -
But your lines always busy
And you know you never write and you never call ...
Why hello there little one,
I'd like to know ya,
But you don't yet have a name -
But if you ever come to meet me,
You know that I'd be so happy that you came -
And there would never be any doubt in your mind that your mama loves you and your life it ain't a game -
But things as they stand now,
I'm gonna put on my hat and get on back to work -
And hope that every one and two, people that I meet at ain't some kind of jerk -
You know I don't care anymore about their schemes of dreams, you know they ain't my own?
Maybe funny ain't the right word, describe what it feels like when someone deserts you?
And I know there's nothing I can do or say, to try and get you to change, but you must do better ...
It's been 50 odd years now, since we've had any kind, kind of momentum,
It's like some dirty rotten scoundrel
Came door to door and you know what?
We all bought one.
But are we really any better off?
You smile and you wave to a person and they think you're a predator ...
Hey, hey, America -
The land of mountains lakes and streams of blue -
I've been trying so many years now,
Too many years to count,
To get ahold of you -
But your lines always busy
And you know you never write and you never call ...
Why hello there little one,
I'd like to know ya,
But you don't yet have a name -
But if you ever come to meet me,
You know that I'd be so happy that you came -
And there would never be any doubt in your mind that your mama loves you and your life it ain't a game -
But things as they stand now,
I'm gonna put on my hat and get on back to work -
And hope that every one and two, people that I meet at ain't some kind of jerk -
You know I don't care anymore about their schemes of dreams, you know they ain't my own?
Writer: Catherine Rehm
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