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Love, is it true
What they say of you?
Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI
There's not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you give, I follow you
So when you lead them in
That'll be the end of time, it's true
Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last I'm sure, I've known
With all the rumors I can tell
Some things didn't work so well
Well, anyway, it feels the same
When you first told me you were gone
So long ago but I still held on
Through all the emotions that I've had to take

And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that I say
You've made your mind up and gone anyway
And there's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along
Well, it's true, oh I had
My doubts of you
Gonna call the president
Gonna call myself a Private Eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby, with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines too, now
Ah, ah
I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feeling like I've done way more than wrong
Feeling like I'm living inside of this song
Feeling like I'm just too tired to care
Feeling like I've done more than my share
Could've been the way that I carried on
Like a broken record for so long and I do, oh oh
I'm gonna call the president
I'm gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need myself the FBI
Ooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you?
It's such a crime, you know it's true
Gonna call the president
Gonna need myself a Private Eye
Ooh, gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it baby, with your morning news
With the sweet hangover and the headlines too
There's not anymore that I can do

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Jan Terri is an Outsider musician from the United States. Her albums include "Baby Blues" and "High Risk".

Terri graduated from Columbia College in 1983 with a degree in broadcast communications and arts and entertainment management. While at Columbia, she took an internship at a recording studio in Hillside run by a country bar band called the Windy City Cowboys. Terri became their backup singer, performing at the Possum Pub, a honky-tonk in Melrose Park, and at numerous weddings, all the while recording some songs of her own. She then arranged for music videos for several of these songs.

Eventually, Terri worked as a limousine driver, and would give copies of the videos to her clients in an attempt to drum up interest in her fledgling singing career. These became cult favorites in advertising and marketing circles for Terri's less-than-stellar singing ability and the videos' amateur production quality.

Fame, or something like it

A copy of the video eventually made its way to rocker Marilyn Manson, who was intrigued. He had Terri perform at one of his parties, and was impressed enough with her sincerity to allow her to open for one of his concerts.

Jan Terri's music videos have become hugely popular with the advent of high-speed Internet and video sites such as YouTube. Songs such as "Losing You", "Baby Blues" and her Masterpiece ,Halloween novelty song Inspired by the works of Hieronymous Bosch and Anton Lavey "Get Down Goblin" have gained a lot of publicity for Terri since the 1990s productions were released on VHS.

Her latest known public appearance was on The Daily Show.

Losing You

Jan Terri's best-known music video is for "Losing You". Although a somewhat honest effort is given to the production, the result resembles something one might find on late-night public access television, which provides for unintentional humor for many viewers. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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