In my pursuit of happiness I lived from one lie to the next
I made it easy for the rest while I suffered
While they were waiting for a wife
Their silence cut me like a knife
But I don't care now it's my life and it matters
I always did just what they wanted but not tonight
Meet Mr. Right Please try to be polite to him
Meet Mr. Right Don't make a scene tonight with him
He simmers everything he's heard
She has to whisper every word
They still believe I can be cured of this sickness
Their silent airs it suffocates
They think that God can set me straight
They gave me unconditional hate and I let them
The stage is set for my show-stopper so let's light the lights
Over my dead body, he would say
I can still feel it burning
Yeah, if he were in his grave he'd be turning
Thought I was down for the count but I'm up for the fight
Don't make a scene tonight that tongue you'll bite
Just shut it tight, time to wrong
some rights so
Smile bright and be polite to him
Scott Free 2008
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