Song Lyrics
And i don t miss that girl, i might go to the moon
and everything tonight suits me just fine
Say i wasn t your kind of man, well now that little girl beside me really knows my name, no mood to bicker
Wake up in morning in a strangers bed, well you can blame it on me
Might wind up dead, six years gone, and i don t miss that girl
well i m not concerned with any of that no more
I might go to the moon, say i wasn t your kind of man
Well you can blame it on me, say i wasn t your kind of man
six years gone
And everything tonight suits me just fine, six years gone
well now that little girl beside me really knows my name
Well i m not concerned with any of that no more, no mood to bicker
And i don t miss that girl, well you can blame it on me, say i wasn t your kind of man
no mood to bicker
might wind up dead
say i wasn t your kind of man
I might go to the moon, six years gone
wake up in morning in a strangers bed
it s been forever and a day since i felt like this
It s been forever and a day since i felt like this, might wind up dead, water through my hands
sittin in the back seat
i might go to the moon
Water through my hands, that i should say she loves me just the same
Well now that little girl beside me really knows my name, well you can blame it on me, well you can blame it on me
Say i wasn t your kind of man, well you can blame it on me, water through my hands
Well i m not concerned with any of that no more, and everything tonight suits me just fine Gone, well i m in no mood to fight
Well i m in no mood to fight, say i wasn t your kind of man Years, might wind up dead
Well you can blame it on me, and everything tonight suits me just fine