Ashley Gearing - Sunday Paper lyrics

I'm tired of hearing your voice on my answering machine Seems like you've forgotten all the things you did to me So don't pretend you're lonely And start saying "I love you" You're the one who walked away So here's what you can do Put it in the Sunday paper Hang it on a billboard on the street Say it on a 60-second infomercial on TV Tell it to your dog walker Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore You said that you needed space So why do you keep crowding me? And why you dropping by my house? You know this ain't your street I got the phone number If you want to place an ad or two They've got friendly operators Who will gladly a**ist you Put it in the Sunday paper Hang it on a billboard on the street Say it on a 60-second infomercial on TV Tell it to your dog walker Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore You got so much time on your hands Then give it to charity Go into therapy Get yourself a hobby Put it in a melody Sing it on the Opry Just stop bugging me Put it up in sky-writing On the scoreboard of the football game Write it with a sharpie on your forehead And walk around for days Tell it to your nosy neighbor And put it up on your front door Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore Put it in the Sunday paper Hang it on a billboard on the street Say it on a 60-second infomercial on TV Tell it to your dog walker Tell it to the clerk at the grocery store Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore Put it in the Sunday paper I don't want to hear it anymore