(The things you say to me, and what you do to try to bring me down,
it don't mean a thing, it don't mean a thing.
You don't mean a thing, we don't mean a thing.)
When I first came into this situation it was with an open mind.
But soon you sunk your claws into any soft spot you could find.
And now you push and push and push 'til I can take no more, it's not fair.
It won't be long until you see me walking out that door, and you'll be nowhere.
You took a hold of my life,
You took a look at my life and you have found:
Hey you fucking hypocrite just what the hell are you trying to pull on me?
Because you know there's nothing you can do to me to skew me to
see things the way you choose to see.
And now I've left you and I must admit it feels so good, and that's it!
I shouldn't have been so afraid to do what I thought I should, I quit!
I took a hold of your life,
I took a look at your life, and I found:
It don't mean a thing.