hit dog's gonna holler, and a ghost is gonna moan
that was just another wasted message on my phone
who conjured you, up from the dead
and what made you think you could get back into my bed

it was good when it was good, it was done when it was done
why don't you go and find a love of your own
you're comin' round shakin' up the dust, tryna pick old bones
you ain't got the sense to leave well enough alone

you know the curve of my hip like the back of your hand
you so sure you got this boy but you don't understand
i might be tempted but i ain't a fool
boy i'd never throw away my sweet thing over you

don'tcha come around my door, my door
i know what you're lookin' for, lookin' for
got no time, no more, no more
ain't got nothin' here that's yours
gotta better man at home, at home,
than you've ever been, i know, you know
ain't going down, so low, so low
take your devilish smile and go Publisher: RISSI PALMER-STYPMANN
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