Lyrics Philadelphia Grand Jury

Philadelphia Grand Jury

Phillip's Not In Love With You

Who cares if I stay

Who cares if I go

Who cares if I pick up all the pieces

Cause all of you won't

Well a well a well a

They found him on Saturday

With some gold in his hands

Phillip's not in love with you

Of all of the things

That he said he'd do

The one that we thought would never happen

Is fall into you

So cry if you like

But prepare to be crying all night

Cause all of the people that been talking

I think that they're right

Well a well a well a

They found him on Saturday

With some gold in his hands

Phillip's not in love with you

He's found a new place to start

We don't know what to do

Nobody knows where you are

Or what's become of you

He's found a new place to start

I don't know what to do

I hope wherever you are

I'm right in front of you

Well a well a well a

They found him on Saturday

With some gold in his hands

They beamed out that satellite

From Red Hill to Japan

They found him on Saturday

With some gold in his hands

Phillip's not in love with you