Lyrics

I could put you in a song
Poor my heart out all night long
Spend another sleepless night on your behalf

Tell you that I miss you so
That I'm having trouble letting go
But the truth is, I'm having a blast

Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out

I could write you a song or write you a letter
Or send a blank post card, that would even be better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about

I'd just be starring at the page
I'd have nothing for the stage
And I have better things to do than to sit around and think about you

The evil in your eye
Your serpent tongue, your dirty little lies
There's just no rhyme or reason for the hell that you put me through

Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out

I could write you a song or write you a letter
Or send a blank post card, that would even be better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about

So Nicky, Rory, Kelly or Jane
Let's go out tonight I want to raise some cane
Sara, Krystal, Heather, Stacey, Mary-Joe
Show me a good time I've got some wild oats to sow

Got my little black book full of new numbers
Finally breaking the spell that you put me under
I found my way when there was no way out

I could write you a song or write you a letter
I could spend my time doing something better
Cause baby your just not worth writing about

Or I could put you in a song
Poor my heart out all night long
Spend another sleepless night on your behalf