My girlfriend, my dumb donut Went out to a party just the other night But three hours later, and seven shots of Jager She was in the bedroom with another guy
And I don't really wanna know So don't tell me anymore And I really don't wanna hear About her feet all up in the air
I'm not the one who acted like a hoe Why must I be the one who has to know I'm not the one who messed up big time So spare me the details if you don't mind
Now I can understand Friends who wanna tell me Think they're gonna help me open up my eyes But the play-by-play Makes me wanna lose it Every time you do it man it turns the knife
Now I don't need to hear About the sounds they were making And I don't need to hear About how long it was taking Or how the walls they were shaking
Now lying in bed, wallowing in sorrow Missing the tomorrow that we could have had Running through my head, over and over Things I never told her now just make me sad
And it drives me insane Sitting with the vision Stuck with that image burned into my brain And I feel so dumb That I could ever trust her While someone else fucked her Then walked away
Compositor: Bryan Keith Holland (BMI)Editor: Round Hill Works (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Publicado em 2010 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #24153920 e fonograma #2114776 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM