cheap trick
he says your just a memory
but to me your like a ghost
who huants me when Im lookin away
and thats what hurts the most
I heard that you came in
to get the oil changed in your car
I had to hear how you'd bleached your hair
I guess they like that down at the bar
I guess you got a damn good laugh
when you made him look twice
I got a thing or two to say to you
you can take it ugly or nice
Id like to tell you where to go
and gloat over my mans affection
and say if your fond of breathin
you can breath in another direction
and nobody likes a cheap trick
your reflect an illusion thats
compiled of confusion
dont see how you keep losin your mind
