Lyrics

It's not the thing to cry about the fix you're in
You're tough in your art, what's the use now to fall apart?
I don't care that you're left with nothing
It's all mine, it was before, it's gonna be so at the end
Giving your love to every girl in town brought you down
Brought you down

It got around about you
It got around now what you going do?
It got around that you're a fool
And you were thinking that you had me schooled
It got around to every place
And now the dictionary wants your face
Cause you're a clown
And it got around

Effect and cause they are universal laws
Despite regret justice will have its pound of flesh
I don't care that your ego's hurting
It's got to be a first and you know what's worse?
There's more to follow
Doing your dirt with no thought to how I feel
It's the hand you deal
It's the hand you deal

Hey-o, hey-o
It got around

copyright Gemma Mattis Wilson