I could put you in a song

Poor my heart out all night long

Spend another sleepless night on your behalf



Tell you that I miss you so

That I'm having trouble letting go

But the truth is, I'm having a blast



Got my little black book full of new numbers

Finally breaking the spell that you put me under

I found my way when there was no way out



I could write you a song or write you a letter

Or send a blank post card, that would even be better

Cause baby your just not worth writing about



I'd just be starring at the page

I'd have nothing for the stage

And I have better things to do than to sit around and think about you



The evil in your eye

Your serpent tongue, your dirty little lies

There's just no rhyme or reason for the hell that you put me through



Got my little black book full of new numbers

Finally breaking the spell that you put me under

I found my way when there was no way out



I could write you a song or write you a letter

Or send a blank post card, that would even be better

Cause baby your just not worth writing about



So Nicky, Rory, Kelly or Jane

Let's go out tonight I want to raise some cane

Sara, Krystal, Heather, Stacey, Mary-Joe

Show me a good time I've got some wild oats to sow



Got my little black book full of new numbers

Finally breaking the spell that you put me under

I found my way when there was no way out



I could write you a song or write you a letter

I could spend my time doing something better

Cause baby your just not worth writing about



Or I could put you in a song

Poor my heart out all night long

Spend another sleepless night on your behalf