Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Talk To Ya Later

I met her on a strip
It was another lost weekend
The band was too slick
And the people were twisted

So I asked her for a date
She reluctantly agreed
Then we went to my place
And she never did leave

She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
It’s been six months
She hasn’t shut up once
I’ve tried to explain

She’s driving me insane
She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
And that’s okay with me I’ll cry later on

Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around

Get out
I’m telling you now
Do you catch my drift
What could be plainer than this
Nothin’ more to be said
Write me a letter instead
I don’t mean to be cruel
But I’m finished with you

She won’t even miss me when she’s gone
That’s okay with me I’ll cry later on
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don’t want to hear it again tonight
I’ll just see you around

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those Brits... they know miserable!

December 6, 2006 at 8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I thought you'd appreciate that tune. I actually listened to it last night, as it happens. We must be on a similar wavelength right about now...

December 10, 2006 at 12:34 AM  

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