I do believe that you believe most everything you’ve told me
Incredibly, you’d guarantee the crock of shit you sold me
You still deny a single lie has ever passed from your lips
You play the game, say I’m to blame. I must be paranoid
I must be paranoid
This song is about you
All about you
All about you
You carry on like nothing’s wrong, the mother of invention
The centre of some kind of love, the centre of attention
I do declare you’re unaware you’ve even got a problem
No telling you. All I can do is try to spell it out
In case there’s any doubt
Let me spell it out
This song is about you
All about you
All about you
