I cut my hair and I changed my number. I moved away from the place you know. I found a different coffee shop. So you wouldn't see me there alone. I walk around in my sunglasses.
Not with deserters from the battle. That tears my land do I belong.. To their coarse praise I do not listen,. They shall not have from me one song.. .
You don't want no more heartaches. I don't want no teardrops. What else is left to talk about. I ain't yours you ain't mine. Songs don't fit and words don't rhyme.