We used to walk along the ridge,
Until you found another boy
you said was better than me
I remember laying in the field
almost throughout the days
You were skipping rocks across the pond
like throwing my heart away
What happened to that face
I always painted in my dreams
Now you are so much colder than me,
that you're the queen of every scene
Well, that's all right with me,
I got an other song to sing
Cause I can't do it for you
You better get a hold of yourself
Before I go someplace new
We used to walk St. Phillips Street
Making love anywhere we could,
You know that I'm your tailor,
man, I've sewn your tattered seams
But I turned into an enemy
once you stole my favorite jeans
What happened to that face
I used to hang up on my wall?
Now you are so much uglier
and I don't look bad at all
that you're the queen of every scene
Well, that's alright with me,
I gotta love the song I sing
Cause I can't do it for you
You better get a hold of yourself
Before I go someplace new
I remember staying up through late,
Never hearing from the girl
I used to bet for on my knees
that you're the queen of every scene
Well, that's alright with me,
I've got an other song to sing
Cause I can't do it for you
You better get a hold of yourself
For I'll go someplace new
Cause I can't do it for you,
you better get a hold of yourself
