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Well now, di-di-didn't you tell me |
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That you'd be here with the car |
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When I got back from the bank with the money? |
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And now, di-di-didn't you say |
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That your name was Natasha? |
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But that dude called you Petrovka |
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Last night at the party |
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And di-di-didn't you tell me you were single? |
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But you're not single, you're married |
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To a Russian mobster, what? |
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And di-di-didn't you tell me |
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That you loved me? |
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But you just told me that |
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I'm pretty sure you told me that just to use me |
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I said, hey, hold on a minute |
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And hand me back my life |
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'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight |
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Hey, c'mon and hold on a minute |
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And hand me back my life |
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'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight |
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Di-di-didn't you tell me that you knew |
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How to get back to the border? |
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And this ain't the border, this ain't the border |
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And di-di-didn't you tell me there'd be somebody |
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That'd be waiting for us in the van |
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You know, with some dry clothes? |
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And di-di-didn't you tell me there'd be passports |
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With our pictures on it? |
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Man, these aren't passports, ah, this is bulls*** |
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And di-di-didn't you tell me |
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That everything was gonna be all right? |
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All right? It ain't all right |
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I said, hey, hold on a minute |
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And hand me back my life |
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'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight |
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Hey, c'mon and hold on a minute |
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And hand me back my life |
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'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight |
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I can't take anymore of this |
