Just a moment ago I was happy
all in my own little world
then I picked up the phone, now I'm feeling
Like you have another girl.
I have a million questions
that I'm way too scared to ask
and I fear that if she's your other
I'd be weak and not dump your ass...
Maybe you feel we're just "playin"
That, my love, we're just fucking around
That in good time, if you were mine
She'd be the one you found
So who the hell is she? Just a friend?
If not, why were you talking then?
Why'd you cover the phone so I wouldn't hear?
If you wanna leave, just go my dear
If what I thought we had ain't enough for you
Then pack your shit, get out
We're through.