Angie Fisher - I.R.S lyrics

2000 bucks would save my life, 200 bucks would ease the pain, The I.R.S. is on my case, But I refuse to let them make me go insane. 2000 bucks would pay the rent, 200 bucks and fourteen cents. Right about now would be enough some complement So that I don't have to sell my instrument I'm aware, I'm aware, I'm aware, That pressure makes diamonds, diamonds, diamonds My mamma told me, my mamma told me That a girl's mouth doesn't get paid 2000 bucks would save my life, 200 bucks would ease the pain, But I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse To let them make me, to let them make me go insane. I'm talking 'bout the I.R.S. (the I.R.S.) The I.R.S. (the I.R.S.) The I.R.S. (the I.R.S.) The I.R.S. (the I.R.S.) The I.R.S. (the I.R.S.) There's only three letters That can come and cut up this stress The I.R.S. (the I.R.S.)