Testo: Edie Brickell. Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars. Nothing.

Are you in a bad mood?
Don't you wanna talk about it?
Did I say somethin' rude?
You don't have to cry about it.

Aren't you feelin' okay?
Would you like a little company?
Or did you have a bad day?
Are you mad at me? -let is show
Don't tell me nothing - I don't wanna know.

There's nothing I hate more then nothing.
Nothing keeps me up all night.
I toss and turn over nothing.
Nothing could cause a great BIG fight.

Hey - What's the matter?
Don't Tell Me Nothing.