| Every time she leaves I go with her, I don’t stay at home
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| Whether my mind’s altogether or not I don’t really know
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| If I could leave her before she leaves me
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| If I would bleed first before she cuts me out
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| Once upon a time, I thought love was so simple
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| 'Til I met you and you played like a fiddle
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| And you asked me for my two cents and I give you a nickel
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| My love pours like a storm and it seems you only drizzle
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| But you give me the skittle, sweet hot so you sizzle
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| And when I see you, I dribble
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| My head turns on a swivel
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| And when I ask for bite, you only give me a nibble
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| That’s how I found out that love is a riddle
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| When I give you so much, you only give back a little
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| I call, you don’t respond, our love is strong, what’s wrong with our signal
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| Took my shot like a pistol
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| Fired back though I’m crippled
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| And my heart used to beat
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| But now I feel so belittled
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| So what happened to us
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| Our love must’ve turned into scribbles
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| If we break up, I wonder
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| Do you think we’d be civil?
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| I know you loved me once
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| Because I used to make you giggle
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| And I’d never leave you
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| So you cut me out with your sickle
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| Every time she leaves I go with her, I don’t stay at home
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| Whether my mind’s altogether or not I don’t really know
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| If I could leave her before she leaves me
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| If I would bleed first before she cuts me out
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| It’s a spell that I’m under where I can’t forget about us
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| I know that I love her
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| But I don’t know if she loves me back
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| Her body’s a wonder but her mind is a heart attack
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| At least it makes me feel, at least it makes me feel
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| I know, I know I’m at her whim and I’m at her will
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| She all the way under my skin, I’m just trying to heal
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| Try to keep in touch, why’s it such a big deal
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| And I tried to dare to forget what I meant
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| So remember the day that we met
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| When things are the worst, and just by myself
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| And tell myself that you’re the best
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| A lot of my mind, I give you my time
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| And all I get back is regret
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| And that’s the thing I don’t get
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| Because I worry it’s true
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| If I can hang on forever
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| Right now your mine, but ties are easily severed
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| «I'm leaving you, baby, I’m cutting you out»
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| I never want to hear these words come from your mouth
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| Every time she leaves I go with her, I don’t stay at home
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| Whether my mind’s altogether or not I don’t really know
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| If I could leave her before she leaves me
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| If I would bleed first before she cuts me out
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| Ooh, don’t cut me out
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| Ooh, don’t cut me out
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| Cut me out of your mind
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| Are you out of your mind?
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| Ooh don’t cut me out
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| Please don’t cut me out
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| Cut me out of your mind
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| Are you out of your mind? |