Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Norma Jean (Country)
Our divorce has been granted
There's no more you and me
You don't care any longer what I think
You gave me so much money if I'd let you go free
And I cried all the way to the bank
For it was you that I wanted
Not your gold
It won't warm me
When the nights are dark and cold
I've got money to burn
And for that there's you to thank
But I cried all the way to the bank
Now with all of this money
You have paid me to go
Tell me where can I buy some happiness
For my heart is so heavy
That I'd sure like to know
How can something as empty wight so much
For it was you that I wanted...