Rolling Stones

Well if you call this a life
Why must I spend it with you?
If the show must go on
Let it go on without you
So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you
Who'll tell me those lies
And let me think they're true?
What am I to do
You want it, I got it too
Though the lies might be true
That's just cause the joke's about you
I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you
You're the first to get blamed, always the last bitch to get paid
Oh, tell me those lies
Let me think they're true