Don't Put Yourself Out

When I met you on the strip in Vegas
With a Jim Beam in your hand
I got the distinct impression
You were a laid back ladies man
After further investigation
Things just aren’t what they seem
You’ve been doing some rearranging
Trying to get real close to me
Let me give you this word of warning
Baby whatever you do
Don’t put yourself out for me
Cause I’m not that in to you
You should’ve seen all the signals
I never gave you a single sign
I’m not the kind of girl for flowers
Candy or cheap red wine
Should’ve never given you my number
Cause I really don’t want you to call
And I don’t wan to meet your mother
Or none of your family at all
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Remember what happens in Vegas
Ought to stay there in that town
So I guess I turned the tables
What goes around comes around
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