All About You

I do believe that you believe most everything you’ve told me

Incredibly, you’d guarantee the crock of shit you sold me

You still deny a single lie has ever passed from your lips

You play the game, say I’m to blame. I must be paranoid

I must be paranoid

This song is about you

All about you

All about you

You carry on like nothing’s wrong, the mother of invention

The centre of some kind of love, the centre of attention

I do declare you’re unaware you’ve even got a problem

No telling you. All I can do is try to spell it out

In case there’s any doubt

Let me spell it out

This song is about you

All about you

All about you