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I'm All Out Of F---S

Folks, I beg your indulgence here.  I wrote this "song" as a present to try to cheer up a friend who is having a bit of a rough stretch right now.  I would have just sent it directly to that individual, but it occurs to me that a few of you might also find it helpful.  Apologies to anyone who might be offended by the naughty language, but there's really no other way to properly express the theme.  This should vaguely be song along to the tune of Air Supply's classic "All Out of Love," but it's possible I lost the melody pretty quickly here.  In any case, enjoy...

 

I’m All Out of F---s

 

I’m sitting here, just watching your face

As you continue to crowd my space

You just drone on and on.

Do you think I care

You couldn’t be more wrong.

 

All I want is for you

to leave right now

If that doesn’t happen,

I’ll burn this whole place down.

 

I’m all out of f---s, what can I tell you?

I can’t begin to give a damn about you

I’m all out of f--s, there’s nothing you can do

To make me start to care right now

 

Oh my god, you just won’t stop talking

So I’m about, to start walking

Right out of this place,

Without looking back

I’ve never met a more annoying sack

 

I’m all out of f--s, what can I tell you?

I can’t begin to give a damn about you

I’m all out of f---s, there’s nothing you can do

To make me start to care right now

 

You should feel lucky, I didn’t punch you

If you were in my shoes, what would you do

 

God kill me now, I hate you so much

Punching you out just seems so clutch

No one else makes me feel this way

Just thinking of you ruins my day

 

But that’s all done, I can take no more

If I still cared, you would be done for

But it’s all over, I guarantee you

So help me Lord,

This nightmare is finally through.

 

I’m all out of f--s, what can I tell you?

I can’t begin to give a damn about you

I’m all out of f--s, there’s nothing you can do

To make me start to care right now

 

I’m all out of f---s, what can I tell you?

I can’t begin to give a damn about you

I’m all out of f---s, there’s nothing you can do

To make me start to care right now

 

Air Supply December 15 2016

With all due apologies to Air Supply.  (pic via youtube.com)

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