Whitehouse
I'm standing at the corner of the street,
got a sign that says I need to eat,
but you just walk on by, no, you can't look me in the eye and,
I know it's sad but true that I must say,
I don't want you your just in the way,
Of things that matter to me, it's not you fault don't be sorry.
You're busy stuffing burgers down your face,
Fries and milk shake gone without a trace,
But you think that you're fine, you're body will give up in time.
I know that I should really tell you why,
I don't like you but I know that,
I don't care 'bout anybody, It's not your fault don't you worry.
I know that it's sad but true that I must say,
That, I don't want you your just in the way,
Ba da da da, ba da da da daa
Ba da da da, ba da da da daa
I don't care 'bout anybody, it's not just you don't you worry,
I don't care 'bout anybody, it's not just you don't you worry, now.
Casa Blanca
Estoy parado en la esquina de la calle,
tengo un letrero que dice que necesito comer,
pero tú simplemente pasas de largo, no puedes mirarme a los ojos y,
Sé que es triste pero cierto que debo decir,
no te quiero, solo estás en el camino,
de cosas que son importantes para mí, no es tu culpa, no te disculpes.
Estás ocupado metiéndote hamburguesas en la boca,
las papas fritas y el batido desaparecieron sin dejar rastro,
pero crees que estás bien, tu cuerpo se rendirá con el tiempo.
Sé que realmente debería decirte por qué,
no me gustas pero sé que,
no me importa nadie, no es tu culpa, no te preocupes.
Sé que es triste pero cierto que debo decir,
que no te quiero, solo estás en el camino,
Ba da da da, ba da da da daa
Ba da da da, ba da da da daa
No me importa nadie, no eres el único, no te preocupes,
No me importa nadie, no eres el único, no te preocupes, ahora.
Escrita por: Alex Copeland / Jeremy King / Martin Holt / Paul Gurney