| I know I don’t want her, I swear that’s a fact
|
| But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
|
| Just kills me
|
| Oh, it kills me
|
| I know she don’t love me, I know she ain’t home
|
| So why in the hell do I pick up this phone
|
| And call her
|
| Why do I call her?
|
| I’ve dropped by her mama’s stoned out of my mind
|
| Just to hear that it’s over from her one more time
|
| As if I didn’t see that red Chevy not slowing down
|
| Loaded down and rolling down our road
|
| Yeah, she’s already left
|
| So why can’t I leave her along
|
| I’ve wrote her letters signed I was a fool
|
| She wrote me back saying go find a stool
|
| And drink one
|
| Like You’ve always done
|
| So that’s what I did cause that’s what I do
|
| Backsliding, hiding away from the truth
|
| 'Til the tears run
|
| Oh, here comes one
|
| I’ve dropped by her mama’s stoned out of my mind
|
| Just to hear that it’s over from her one more time
|
| As if I didn’t see that red Chevy not slowing down
|
| Or turning 'round, loaded down, heading out of town
|
| Or rolling down our road
|
| She’s already left
|
| So why can’t I leave her alone
|
| I know I don’t want her, I swear that’s a fact
|
| But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back
|
| Just kills me |