Therapy, therapy session Yeah, I gotta say like a month ago I was talking to fans And one of them pulled me aside and said "We never met but I swear that you know who I am I been through a lot I don't know how to express it to people Don't think that I

I know a better way I swear I know a better way You don't get to say what I'm made of You don't give me a halo Don't give me a halo So you think you know the way that I should live my life I'll smash your crown before I give you power to decide There is

Baby you're a one of one to me I know that I should probably wife you up And baby I swear I'm done with these Other women they don't mean shit to me You was tryna know me When they didn't know me Girl we fell in love we both worked at the mall Way before

Wearing your clothes Never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips All that I know is that I don't know how to be something you miss Forever the name on my lips I still remember the look on

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Memoria, memoria No I don't have a gun As I want you to be And I swear that I don't have a gun Come as you are, as you were As a friend, as a friend As an known enemy Take your time, hurry up

But you're long gone and moved on But you're long gone, you moved on Don't know what to say Still wear the scars like it was yesterday But I still don't know where to start, still finding my way Still talk about you like it was yesterday From this moment

Why don't you stay? We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry,

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.