He's Not Mine

When you go out on your own
I know what you will find
That you’ve been living all alone
When you could have been on my mind
And maybe I should put down my glass
But I’ll have another sip
And maybe I should speak my mind
But I stay drunk and tight lipped
But I think Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
And when I go out on my own
I know what I will find
My arms were wasted, hanging down
When they should have been three nine wide
And I don’t think I’ve ever seen two eyes
dark as cast iron pans
And I don’t think I really knew how rare it is
to find a sweet hearted man
And Oh! My god he’s not mine
Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
Do you remember in the field that day when the transformer blew and I looked at
you screamed «Oh my god» at the sky
I remember being afraid and not being afraid as sparks had sprayed and
wondering «who's god am I?»
Who’s god am I, who’s god am I, who’s god am I?
Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
Oh! Oh! Oh! My god he’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine
He’s not mine