I know things
You don't want
Me to know
You said
Said you're sicka Texas
Put me on the guest list
Over to the checklist
Crossed me off
I know, I got the message
For you where your head is
Maybe you were restless, ah
You're prolly rollin' up to Texaco
Talking to your friends but they'll never know
It was 55 degrees
In the middle of the city
Said I had to leave
You said
I'll be here
But you're not
I'll be here
But you're not"