Madonna: The Confessions Tour Live from London Page #5

I've sing it all before

And I can't take it anymore

You're not half the man

you think you are

Save your words because

you've gone too far

I've listened to your lies

and all your stories

You're not half the man

you'd like to be

I don't wanna hear,

I don't wanna know

Please don't say you're sorry

I've heard it all before

And I can take care of myself

I don't wanna hear,

I don't wanna know

Please don't say "forgive me"

I've sing it all before

And I can't take it anymore

Don't explain yourself

cause talk is cheap

There's more important

things than hearing you speak

You stayed because

I made it so convenient

Don't explain yourself,

you'll never see

I'm sorry

(Gomen nasais)

So sorry

(Mujhe maaf kardo)

I'm sorry

(Sli'kha)

Please, forgive me.

I'm sorry

(Je suis desole)

So sorry

(Lo siento)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Forgive me.

Sorry, sorry,

sorry, sorry...

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

before, before, before, before,

before, before, before, before...

I don't wanna hear,

I don't wanna know

Please don't say you're sorry

I've heard it all before

And I can take

care of myself

I don't wanna hear,

I don't wanna know

Please don't say "forgive me"

I've sing it all before

And I can't take it anymore

Don't explain yourself

cause talk is cheap

There's more important

things than hearing you speak

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

I've heard it all before,

The World is full of people,

Who talk and talk,

But how many others,

walk to walk?

[ Like It Or Not ]

You can call me a sinner

Or you can call me a saint

Celebrate me for who I am

Dislike me for what I ain't

Put me up on a pedestal

Or drag me down in the dirt

Sticks and stones

will break my bones

But your names will never hurt

I'll be the garden,

you'll be the snake

All of my fruit is yours to take

Better the devil that you know

Your love for me will grow

Because this is who I am

You can like it or not

You can love me

or leave me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop

No, no... You know

Cleopatra had her way

Matahari too

Whether they were good or bad

Is strictly up to you

Life is a paradox

And it doesn't make

much sense

Can't have the femme

without the fatale

Please don't take offense

Don't let the fruit rot

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