Pot, Kettle, Black

Posted on January 4, 2013

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Who are you to criticise
My life that you despise
Who treat me like a rabid dog
A part of me you always rob

(Chorus)
Maybe you should look at yourself
You who create merry hell
Is there something in you that lacks?
From you it’s pot, kettle, black

You belittle me in horrid ways
With these games you play
Putting me down so low
No wonder feelings I don’t show

(Chorus)
Maybe you should look at yourself
You who create merry hell
Is there something in you that lacks?
From you it’s pot, kettle, black

You’re not prefect, far from it at all
Sometimes it’s you who’s the bigger fool
Making the same mistakes all the time
It’s you who commits the worst crimes

(Chorus)
Maybe you should look at yourself
You who create merry hell
Is there something in you that lacks?
From you it’s pot, kettle, black

I think I’ll ignore you from now on
Your jealous and childish ways do you wrong
You walk your path, I’ll walk mine
Before one day you cross the line

(Chorus)
Maybe you should look at yourself
You who create merry hell
Is there something in you that lacks?
From you it’s pot, kettle, black

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