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I am not going to go with him,

not going to hang out at the gym…

Don’t care if I’m overweight,

by now, it’s anyway already to late.

Don’t care if you come with me to get my Grammy,

By the way, it’s Sam, not Sami.

Don’t care if I can still turn you on,

Cause by tomorrow, I’ll be gone, baby, gone.



Now take a look at me

cause it’s the last you’ll ever see.

Am not gone play your spanking game,

Am not gone understand if you call me by a different name.

By tomorrow I’ll have my fame,

You’ll see me on TV.

And then baby, you’ll be missing me.



I’m not gone listen to your voice,

Don’t care if I make the wrong choice.

Don’t care if you prefer me wearing  a G-String,

Or if you only wane go on holiday in Spring.

Don’t care if you think that my breasts are too small,

Cause I think that they’re better than you’re ex’s ‘nothing-at-all’.



Now take a look at me,

Cause it’s the last you’ll ever see.

Am not gone understand,

If you’re embarrassed to hold my hand.

Am not gone make a pass,

When you diss my big ass.

By tomorrow I’ll be better,

Please don’t bother to write me a letter.

I won’t read it anyway

Cause I don’t wane hear what you have to say.



-Aftermath-



P.S. I still don’t wane go with him,

Still don’t hang out at the gym.

I’m definitely not overweight,

and it certainly wasn’t too late.

I’m dating that Rocker boy,

and he’s my happiness-a complete joy!

He came with me to get my Grammy

and he remembered, it’s Sam, not Sami.

I know I turn him on…

and by tomorrow, we’ll be gone, baby, gone.