Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Matthew Mayfield
Do you feel different
Now that you spit me out?
Do you like hiding
Inside his arms for now?
Babe, though it hurts me to say
I don't know you that way
I guess, the writing's on the wall
I don't know you at all
I'm still waiting
Still shivering cold
In my third hour
By this pay phone
Babe, though it hurts me to say
I don't know you that way
I guess, the writing's on the wall
I don't know you at all
No, I don't know you at all
She ain't mine, no, she ain't mine
She ain't mine, no, she ain't mine
She ain't mine, no, she ain't mine
She ain't mine, no, she ain't mine