It don't look good
It don't look good
It don't look good
It don't look good on you
Well, I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Take it out on me
Take it out on me
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
Why don't you
Falling in line
You blame it on my ways
You're, you're falling in line
You blame it on my ways
Call me out
Why don't you call me out?
Why don't you call me out?
When the quiet comes
And they don't know your name
In the houses where the money's made
Or where all your secrets don't mean a thing
When the storm begins to wind again
It don't cost much to lose it
It don't cost much to lose it
It don't cost much to lose it, oh
Take it out on me
Take it out on me
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
I'm telling you 'bout Liza
Why don't you call me out?
Call me out
Call me out
Call me out
Call me out
Call me out