Brand new you?
Well, I knew you
And yes, I have told you
(The old you)
So what? I played too much
And I got played out
Kicked right back down the water spout
Oh, darling!
Of course not!
No, you're nothing more than a sore spot
Oh, baby!
What's good?
It gets so better when you forget her
Meanwhile, I continue to fail to understand
What reason any woman would need
To want to play her own songs
Other than the simple fact
That she herself has written them