Gino Vannelli It Ain't Up To You
You had me right where you wanted
Under your spell
Until you turned my high heaven
Into a living hell
Now you come crawling back
Tryna whip up something new
Sorry baby, it ain't up to you
Well you can floss them weepy eyes
Show me some skin
Hit me with your charms
Fool if I give in
You can do a little sundance
And pray for a [?]
Heaven knows, it ain't up to you
And you can cry bloody murder
But it's a case you never can win
You let the genie out of bottle
Good luck in putting him back in
You know the one who'd been wronged
He got the natural right
To be a little bit cold
And rightly impolite
Go on, cry me a river
Walk a mile in my shoes
That my baby, is entirely up to you
You let the genie out of bottle
Good luck in putting him back in
You had me right where you wanted
Bought it and sold
Until you tore out my heart
And shot it full of holes
Yeah the world keeps on turning
And this much I know is true
It ain't up to you
It ain't up to you
