Liza

It dont look good
It dont look good
It dont look good
It dont look good on you
Well, I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Take it out on me
Take it out on me
Im telling you bout Liza
Im telling you bout Liza
Im telling you bout Liza
Why dont you
Falling in line
You blame it on my ways
Youre, youre falling in line
You blame it on my ways
Call me out
Why dont you call me out?
Why dont you call me out?

When the quiet comes
And they dont know your name
In the houses where the moneys made
Or where all your secrets dont mean a thing
When the storm begins to wind again
It dont cost much to lose it
It dont cost much to lose it
It dont cost much to lose it, oh
Take it out on me
Take it out on me
Im telling you bout Liza
Im telling you bout Liza
Im telling you bout Liza
Why dont you call me out?
Call me out
Call me out

Call me out
Call me out
Call me out