Frank Macchia - Flip Flop (vocal)

You love me, you hate me,
you don’t know how to take me,
you’re happy, you’re bitter,
I’m not your baby sitter,
you’re drastic, fantastic,
but just a little plastic,
it’s all because you don’t know what you want you flip flop.

You’re too much, too little,
you play me like a fiddle,
you’re laughing, now crying,
you’re really kinda trying,
you’re wild yet mild, if you could be exiled
I’d put you on an island where you couldn’t flip flop

Oh, your flip flopping drives me insane,
Yes, no, maybe, it’s really a pain,
why can’t you just make up your mind?
Shit, or get off the pot!

You’re special, a devil,
yeah I deserve a medal,
you’re lovely, then ugly,
you know you really bug me,
you want me, then taunt me,
and then you really haunt me,
it’s all because you don’t know what you want you flip flop.

Oh, your flip flopping drives me insane,
Yes, no, maybe, it’s really a pain,
why can’t you just make up your mind?
Shit, or get off the pot!

You’re special, a devil,
yeah I deserve a medal,
you’re lovely, then ugly,
you know you really bug me,
you want me, then taunt me,
and then you really haunt me,
it’s all because you don’t know what you want you flip flop.
it’s all because you don’t know what you want you flip flop.
it’s all because you don’t know what you want you flip flop.

Written by:
CHARLES E. CALHOUN, LOU WILLIE TURNER

Publisher:
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