Album: The Postelles
She, she, she was of the habit of telling lies
Giving up your body to older guys tends to put you out on your own
She, she, she was saying, «Please please me, me, me.»
Sometimes needs, needs go before the things that you want
No one was asking her to stay
She went back home, but wasn’t wanted too
Does that make you no one at all?
You never want her back
Maybe you should take her side for now
Oh, one day, she’s not coming home
Oh, no She’s not much different, not much different than when she came
Baby, you know her mother grew up in the same unfortunate way
She, she, she was staying on her knees
Won’t you please, please, please tell her I’m not coming home?
(I'm not coming home.)
No one was asking her to stay
She went back home, but wasn’t wanted too
Does that make you no one?
You never want her back
Maybe you should take her side for now
Oh, one day, she’s not coming home
Oh, she’s not coming home