You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him, you ain't getting over him I got no rules, I count em I got no rules I keep pushing forward, but he keeps pulling me backwards.

No way, no, now I'm standing back from I finally see the pattern I've never loved I've never loved Womba He doesn't love me, so I saw myself I saw myself I do, I do, I do One, don't pick up the phone You know he's on the card cause he's drunk and alone too Don't let him in You have to kick him out again Free Don't be yourself