You Don’t Understand Me
You came a long way you didn't know my name girl
You thought that I was just a gigolo
And you told all your friends that I was strange and weird
But that's a lie that I'm sure you know
So I'm telling you where to start
But you're not interested at all
'Cause you, you don't understand me
You don't understand what
What I've been through
You, you don't understand me
You don't understand what
What I've been through
Oh what I've been through
It's such a shame I'm wasting all my talent
Writing songs to you without feelings
You didn't want the heaven by your side
That's too bad you'll see 'cause I'm warm and nice
And now you're telling me where to go
I wish that I cared, but I don't
'Cause you, you don't understand me
You don't understand what
What I've been through
You, you don't understand me
You don't understand what
What I've been through
Oh
But I will always be the one that holds you in the end...
(x8)
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