Death by Unga Bunga - Bye Bye

Don't you ever get enough
When do you plan to grow up
Please just leave me alone
I'm not a stone you can throw around anymore
You never look into my eyes
Still it seems like you're surprised
By the decision I've made
I'm not afraid to tell you when

I think you have the wrong idea
Pack your bags, get out of here
Its an offer you can't refuse
Its too late you're about to lose

Girl you're cramping my style
And its been like this for a while
I'm gonna' break through this wall
It's gonna' be cold but so are you
Don't you ever get enough
When do you plan to give up
I'm gonna' start a war
But my throat is sore from all this screaming

I think you have the wrong idea
Pack your bags, get out of here
Its an offer you can't refuse
Its too late you're about to lose

Bye Bye
Bye Bye

I think you have the wrong idea (Bye Bye)
I think you have the wrong idea (Bye Bye)

Bye Bye