Da-da-da,
da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
Broke myself fast, seen
Toilet sheet packing
Put myself in pieces
Could you imagine?
How could you just leave me?
Leave me with our memories
I can't help but wonder
I can't help but wonder
If every bad bitch used to feel
Your hands on my skin used to need
Your body on mine,
cause you were all mine Hit me on the phone line