She's got a feeling that its all wrapped up with her third margarita at the restaurant and when i walk on beside her well im already lost she's all out of love i better move on
I wake in the morning to a rat tat tat she came by to try and get her records back and with a half way smile and her shoulders cold her body was the shell to a blackened soul
she's got her ticket and she's already gone she already sang me her getaway song she's got another and he's already on they're already fucking so i better be gone
no time regretting, move on forget it, undo committed
she's got her ticket and she's already gone she already sang me her getaway song she's got another and he's already on she already loves him so i better get movin on
