Proving that Eamon's song "I Dont Want You Back (Fuck It)" can be slightly altered one more time I have written a third version of the song from the view point of a friend of theirs. No idea why I did it, bordem? Yeah that's it.

woh woh
Oooh
No no no

(You know there are three sides to every story)

See I don't know why you both cryin'like bitchs
Talkin' shit like snitchs
Why you write a song 'bout each other
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what you did it's both your faults now
Fuck the presents, that shits not what counts
Fuck all the cryin' it doesn't mean jack
Well guess what guys, fuck you right back
Your friends are what matter, and you blew us out

Fuck what you did it's both your faults
Fuck the presents, that shits not what counts
Fuck all the cryin' it doesn't mean jack
Well guess what guys, fuck you right back
Your friends are what matter, and you blew us out

You thought you could love each other
But you weren't right together
She had to turn to your friend
You had to stab her in the back
You wanted her back, and she couldnt give a crap
You two must be smokin' crack
Your friends are going elsewhere, and that's a fact

Fuck all those nights you spent we each other
You could have been with us, looking out for one another
Fuck all those nights you were together
Well guess what guys, you lost your friends forever

Fuck all those nights you spent we each other
You could have been with us, looking out for one another
Fuck all those nights you were together
Well guess what guys, you lost your friends forever

Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

Ha ha, ha ha yea
Uh uh, uh uh yea

Ha ha, ha ha yea
Uh uh, uh uh yea

Ha ha, ha ha yea
Uh uh, uh uh yea

You questioned did each other care
Maybe she would have if you woulda gone down there
Maybe he would have if you didn't go with his friend
Now it's over
But I do admit we are glad though it hurts to see you sad
But I can't sweat that cause we got to go

You thought you could love each other
But you weren't right together
She had to turn to your friend
You had to stab her in the back
You wanted her back, and she couldnt give a crap
You two must be smokin' crack
Your friends are going elsewhere, and that's a fact

oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea
oh oh
uh uh yea

You both made me do this. Ha ha.

Fuck You Both Right Back. By Justin leigh Shough.