| 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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