Christie Lamb - Yard Sale
We ain't ever getting back togetherI never wanna see your face
All your stuff and all your junk
I gotta get it outta my place
I'm thinking of ways to create some more space, it's lovely
If you want it back yeah you know where it's at, bring money
I'm having a yard sale, come and get your shit
If you want it all back you gotta pay for it
In a lawn chair I'll be sippin' slow
Front yard store everything must go
Shoulda done it sooner cause the money's good
Meeting everybody in the neighbourhood
In case you're hearing rumours I thought that you should know
I'm having a yard sale
Mrs Brown who lives across the street
Just got a steal on your tv
The new guy in town from four doors down
Just got your shirts for free
Cause he pulls it off just by puttin' em' on, he's flirtin'
It's all clearing out but there's still quite a crowd, yeah I'm earnin'
Right here at the yard sale, come and get your shit
If you want it all back you gotta pay for it
In a lawn chair I'll be sipping slow
Front yard store everything must go
Shoulda done it sooner cause the money's good
Meeting everybody in the neighbourhood
In case you're hearing rumours I thought that you should know
I'm having a yard sale
I'm having a yard sale
Your shoes, your weights, your old cds (all gone at the yard sale)
Every memory, all your dignity
Are going quick at the yard sale, come and get your shit
If you want it all back you gotta pay for it
In a lawn chair I'll be sipping slow
Front yard store everything must go
Shoulda done it sooner cause the money's good
Meeting everybody in the neighbourhood
In case you're hearing rumours I thought that you should know
I'm having a yard sale
Sellin' out at the yard sale
Come on down to the yard sale
It's all gone at the yard sale
Written by:
TINA SHAW
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