David Ford - Nobody Tells Me What to Do Lyrics
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Nobody Tells Me What to Do
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What Are The Lyrics For Nobody Tells Me What to Do By David Ford?
Oh, fill her up to the top
Well, I got nowhere else to be Oh, today, yeah, I woke up And the whole world was there for me The hard time comes around But they can't get me down 'Cause I'm way past caring Oh, nobody tells me what to do Oh girl, I cried my last for you There's not a soul I answer to No one?s put out when I misbehave Or if I don't come home for days Well, I've got nothing to explain So you give me the same again To the top Well, there's no easy way to say I'm not okay and I'm drained away A little further every day The last time comes around And I just can't make it out And I'm way past caring Nobody tells me what to do Oh, did it mean a thing to you? There's not a soul I answer to No one?s put out when I misbehave Or if I don't come home for days Well, I've got nothing to explain Come on, just give me the same again 'Cause I'm way past caring Oh, nobody tells me what to do Oh girl, I cried my last for you There's not a soul I answer to No one?s put out when I misbehave Or if I don't come home for days Well, I got nothing to explain Come on, just give me the same again |
Who Wrote Nobody Tells Me What to Do By David Ford?
David Ford
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What's The Duration Of The Nobody Tells Me What to Do By David Ford?The duration of Nobody Tells Me What to Do is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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