I could put you in a song
Poor my heart out all night long
Spend another sleepless night on your behalf
Tell you that I miss you so That I’m having trouble letting go But the truth is, I’m having a blast
Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out
I could write you a song or write you a letter
Or send a blank post card, that would even be better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about
I’d just be starring at the page
I’d have nothing for the stage
And I have better things to do than to sit around and think about you
The evil in your eye
Your serpent tongue, your dirty little lies
There’s just no rhyme or reason for the hell that you put me through
Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out
I could write you a song or write you a letter
Or send a blank post card, that would even be better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about
So Nicky, Rory, Kelly or Jane
Let’s go out tonight I want to raise some cane
Sara, Krystal, Heather, Stacey, Mary-Joe
Show me a good time I’ve got some wild oats to sow
Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out
I could write you a song or write you a letter
I could spend my time doing something better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about
Or I could put you in a song
Poor my heart out all night long
Spend another sleepless night on your behalf