Ashley Gearing - Sunday Paper lyrics

rate me

I'm tired of hearing your voice on my

Answering machine

Seems like you've forgotten

All the things you did to me

So don't pretend you're lonely

And start saying "I love you"

You're the one who walked away

So here's what you can do

(Chorus)

Put it in the Sunday paper

Hang it on a billboard on the street

Say it on a sixty second infomercial on tv

Tell it to your dog walker

Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store

Put it in the Sunday paper

I don't want to hear it anymore

Put it in the Sunday paper

I don't want to hear it anymore

You said that you needed space

So why do you keep crowding me?

And why you dropping by my house?

You know this ain't your street

I got the phone number

If you want to place an ad or two

They've got friendly operators

Who will gladly assist you

(Repeat Chorus)

You got so much time on your hands

Then give it to charity

Go into therapy

Get yourself a hobby

Put it in a melody

Sing it on the Opry

Just stop bugging me

Put it up in sky writing

On the scoreboard of the football game

Write it with a sharpie on your forehead

And walk around for days

Tell it to your nosy neighbor

And put it up on your front door

Put it in the Sunday paper

I don't want to hear it anymore

(Repeat Chorus)

Put it in the Sunday paper

I don't want to hear it anymore