That Ain't My Name
She’s got a credit card
She’s got a broken heart
She’s got a need she can’t feed
She is down on her knees
But she can’t get it right
No matter where I go
She says…
No matter where I go,
She says there you are

She’s got a pretty face
She’s got designer shoes
She’s got a room you can bet
For 150 in rent
But you can’t stay the night
She said now I do not break the rules
For just anyone
Anyone

She don’t need none of your sweet-talk
Or lovin’ to get by
She just wants your money
A way to get high
Everyone’s a player, but this sure ain’t no game
They all call me baby
But that ain’t my name
That ain’t my name

She smokes a cigarette
She reads a magazine
She’s been through all seven steps
They don’t go nowhere yet
‘Cause she can’t keep it clean
No matter where I go
She says… there you are

She laughs into her cup
This is really fuckin’ up
This little bed that I made
That so resembles a grave
And there ain’t no getting’ ‘round
If this don’t put me down
It will put me in the ground

She laughs until she cries
When she thinks of all the nights
She gave it up for some drugs
A little spoonful of love
But that ain’t who she is inside
This is just how I choose to live my life
To live my life


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