Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it it looks like the end And you're back out on on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Don’t take it it personal, personal, personal I don’t want it (na, na, na) Don’t need it (yeah, yeah, yeah) I know it it hurts to know, hurts to know, hurts to know They sleeping, they sleeping, they sleeping, they sleeping on on me But I don’t waste waste my time

Makes me me feel like I'm a modern man In line for a number but you don't understand Like a modern man And the people behind me me, they can't understand In my dream I was almost there But we're wasted And that's why we're still waiting So I wait my turn, I'm

So far away we wait for the day For the light source so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and flames we carry on on On a cold winter of morning In the time before the light In flames of death's eternal

You oughta know by now Is that all you get for your money And it it seems such a waste waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a

Tell em 'don't waste waste my time' Tell 'em, don't waste waste my time (kaboom) Tell 'em, don't waste waste my time (nah nah nah) Tell her, 'don’t waste waste my time' If she ain’t fucking, she got to go Police want to stop me me, search my clothes If it it ain't money, I ain't

Me deh pon di go now Tell dem watch it it ina traffic, Koffee nu slow down Ina mi zone Alto to Baritone Soon dem a go see seh is a queen deh pon di throne Me Me nu waste waste time with the music In yuh ears like any Q-Tip Used to Facetime with the Blues

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On On my front porch swing

But real love is never a waste waste of time I’m gonna miss you Sometimes I wish we never built this palace I’m still there My head is filled with ruins Most of them are built with you Now the dust no longer moves Don’t disturb the ghost of you

I wanna tell you something, give you something Show you in so many ways 'Cause it it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it it all goes away Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste waste another hour let alone another day I'm gonna tell you