I'm Too Good For You

Another day in my apartment
and you come knocking my door
Your voice is slurred with promises
They are acrid within your whiskey breath
I just can’t take this now

You don’t want to talk
you just want to spend the night
But I am not buying, not now not ever
I never want to see you again

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
and don’t you forget it

Every Friday night you are calling
as I turn over in my sleep
I’ve held the thorns of your heart
and bled my sorrows dry
But I’ll never touch you again

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
and don’t you forget it

You don’t want to talk
you just want to spend the night
But I am not buying, not now not ever
I never want to see you again

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you
and don’t you forget it

The End

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