No shopping
No choice
I can't stay here
And listen to your voice
I'll be gone b4 yr home
But if you want
To know where
I went to
Baby, you
Can read it in my note
It says: i went to be alone.
Yeah, babe, i know i make about
Twice the money you make,
And, of course,
I'm never called a stupid whore
Or a fake
And i don't structure my life
Around the fear of murder
Dismemberment
Or rape
But i hardly see how that has to do with our relationship
Well, if you
Want to know
Where i went to
Baby you
Can read it in my note
It says i went to be alone