It Ain't Up To You - Gino Vannelli

You had me right where you wanted

Under your spell

Until you turned my high heaven

Into a living hell

Now you come crawling back

Tryna whip up something new

Sorry baby, it ain’t up to you

Well you can floss them weepy eyes

Show me some skin

Hit me with your charms

Fool if I give in

You can do a little sundance

And pray for a

Heaven knows, it ain’t up to you

And you can cry bloody murder

But it’s a case you never can win

You let the genie out of bottle

Good luck in putting him back in

You know the one who’d been wronged

He got the natural right

To be a little bit cold

And rightly impolite

Go on, cry me a river

Walk a mile in my shoes

That my baby, is entirely up to you

You let the genie out of bottle

Good luck in putting him back in

You had me right where you wanted

Bought it and sold

Until you tore out my heart

And shot it full of holes

Yeah the world keeps on turning

And this much I know is true

It ain’t up to you

It ain’t up to you