You'd think that I'd have crumbled with all the things you said to me
But I've thought about it, honey, and I think you watch too much TV
You can call me every name you know from A to turpentine
And it don't make me no nevermind
I loved you like a Gypsy loves the morning star
But you've altered your position now I wonder what you are
The knife's still on the table it just cuts a finer line
And it don't make me no nevermind
You can take away my toaster, you can take back your TV
If you want the shoes you bought me, honey, I've still got my feet
You gave your all but it was more like thirty-eight percent
This endless argument is such a waste of time
And it don't make me
It don't make me
No nevermind
It don't make me no nevermind
copyright 2005, Krista Weaver
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Lyrics submitted by Krista Weaver.