Sunday Paper

Gearing Ashley

I'm tired of hearing your voice on my 
 Answering machine
 Seems like you've forgotten
 All the things you did to me
 So don't pretend you're lonely
 And start saying "I love you"
 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
 Say it on a sixty 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

 You said that you needed space
 So why do you keep crowding me?
 And why you dropping by my house?
 You know this ain't your street
 I got the phone number
 If you want to place an ad or two
 They've got friendly operators
 Who will gladly assist you

 You got so much time on your hands
 Then give it to charity
 Go into 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 of 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