Anastacia left a kiss on the mirror

And a couple of condoms by the bed

I tried to find her on her old number

But I just goet her boyfriend instead

Oh it's hard, so hard

When Anastacia changes her mind 



So I went back to working the quadrellas

I collected three times in a row

I swear it mush have been that kiss on the mirror

That' I'd touch with my lips just for luck each time I'd go

Oh it's hard, so hard

When Anastacia changes her mind 



Now the numbers were my daily devotion

I was stashing big bills in the floor

Then one night at my door a commotion

Anastacia - at some ungodly hour!

I said 'Baby can I fix you a coffee

And tomorrow let me buy you a dress

Since you've been gone I got lucky'

She just nodded her head and said 'I guess'

Oh it's hard, yeah it's hard

When Anastacia changes her mind 



Now 'Stacey' takes the crumbs from the table

And feeds them out back to the birds

Me I can't even pick the daily double

Since that kiss on the mirror disappeared

Yeah it's hard, ain't it hard

When Anastacia changes her mind