Your Girl

And I wonder to myself
If your baby’s feeling alright
Is your baby coming out tonight?
Well if she does, you can call me up
I can show you to the central park
I can chauffeur in the rental car
But all I ask, is one small dance
Speaking french on the dance floor
While I hid behind French doors
You don’t seem to get she’s not your girl
Ooh girl it’s good you’re home alone
You’ve got a gash, let’s get that sown
I saw hunger in your bones
I see your man’s none to impressed
I flipped you off your feet and under your dress
And i hope you like a mess
All alone in the middle of the night
I could’ve sworn I did everything right
So how come she’s now your girl?
And I was made to believe
We had a future, just you and me
Do you want to throw that away?
(Oooooh ooh oh oh)
Baby
I can’t believe
He looked into my eyes
He took you away from me
And said
«sorry, she’s not your girl
Anymore»
And I wonder to myself