Not tryna fight, I'm tryna hustle
No room for discussion
Don't care what you gotta say
Let it go, let it go, let it go
I know when there's a will there's a way

I ain't feeling what you're feeling and I'm feeling pretty sorry for it
Don't need no man telling my story
Should I rush things? It ain't like we put a ring on it
Just tell me what you want
But I ain't gonna say it for ya
No, I ain't gonna say it for ya

They say don't bring sand down to the beach
There ain't no other place where I'd rather be
Never really had a way with words
Now I'm not afraid to say the words

Once you told me you loved me.
And I believed it true.
But it’s been two years since I last saw you.
And now something tells me you ain’t been true.
You have been
Cheating!
Oh, yes you’ve been
Cheating!
Down on me girl.
Cheating!
I believe
And now you want me back.

Once you told me you loved me.
And I believed it true.
But it’s been two years since I last saw you.
And now something tells me you ain’t been true.
You have been
Cheating!
Oh, yes you’ve been
Cheating!
Down on me girl.
Cheating!
I believe
And now you want me back.

Once you told me you loved me.
And I believed it true.
But it’s been two years since I last saw you.
And now something tells me you ain’t been true.
You have been
Cheating!
Oh, yes you’ve been
Cheating!
Down on me girl.
Cheating!
I believe
And now you want me back.

Don't you think we've earned the right
To go cheating on the blues tonight
Cheating on the blues tonight
Let's go out and do it right
Throw it into overdrive

And we know just what we do, because we always take a chance.
The Provincetown Playhouse still owns the art of Robert Edmond Jones,
]From the classic drama we're a notable secessionist.

Each son of us will welcome you at the gate.
The neighborhood playhouse may shine below the Macy Gimbel line,
It was built to make a ride for people on Fifth Avenue.
To Yeats and Synge and Shaw and such we add an oriental touch,

For all commercial art is hollow;
So follow Apollo and swallow our bait
Help to serve the art of your Cosmopolis,
If you'll be one of us,