Love. Is it true?. What they say of you. Gonna call the President. Gonna call up the Private Eye. Gonna get the I.R.S.. Gonna need the F.B.I.. There's not anymore that I can do. All the reasons that you give. I follow you. So when you plead the fifth. Baby every time. It's true. Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong. Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I've known. Through all the rumors I can tell. Some things didn't work so well. Well anyway it feels the same. When you first told me you were gone. So long ago but I feel it head on. Through all the emotions and having a fit. And that's the truth and here's the worst yet. Wouldn't even matter the things that I say. You made your mind up and are gone anyway. There's no use now in dragging it on. Should've seen it coming all along. Well it's true... ooh. I had. My doubts of you. Gonna call the President. Gonna call myself a Private Eye. Gonna get the I.R.S.. Gonna need the F.B.I.. Gonna make this a federal case. Gonna wave it right down in your face. Read it daily with your morning news. With a sweet hangover and the headlines true now. I feel your doing this all for my health. I should've looked again then at somebody else. Feel like I done way more than wrong. Feelin' like I never gonna get ya outta this song. Feelin like I'm just too tired to care. Feelin like I done more than my share. Could it be the weight that I've carried on. Like a broken record for so long. And I do. Ooh oh. I'm gonna call the President. I'm gonna call a private eye. Gonna get the I.R.S.. Gonna need myself the F.B.I.. Ooh what shall I do. If I gave my heart to you. It's such a crime you know it's true. Gonna call the president. Gonna get myself a private eye. Gonna need the I.R.S.. Gonna get the F.B.I.. Gonna make it a federal case. Gonna wave it right down in your face. Read it daily with your morning news. With a sweet hangover and the headlines true. There's not anymore that I can do