Family Force 5

Chicka-pow! Don't shoot me down
Oh no! How low can you go
Driving fast to get to work
Queen is there just being a jerk
Running her mouth a million miles an hour
She's talking trash
It's going sour
That stuff that makes you hurt
Cut you down, make you hit the dirt
Say, She's got that DIVA thing
That D-I-V-A diva thing
Sing
Why can't you say ur sorry?
For treating me so naughty
Just want an apology
Is that against ur personal theology?
What'd I do to deserve this?
How'd I get on ur bad list?
Just want to make it right
Please Queen Please
Let's not fight
Let's not fight, Let's not fight, I don't wanna fight tonight
You had ur chance to right ur wrong
Can't we all just get along?
[Chorus]
You go and talk behind my back
Don't you know that's whack
It's a personal attack
Oh snap
Some friend you are to me
Ur Miss Personality
Are you blind to see?
Ur such a Drama Queen
Fresh off the chopping block
She cut me deep and it hurts a lot
She hit me with her best shot
And never gave a second thought
That's to much Drama for me mama
Why do you like to stir it?
When I am near you throw fits