Music : St. South/Ali Nasreddine
Got a piece of my mind, to tell you who's mine,
Nobody hurts like me for you.
Soft slacks at night, I'm wearing 'em tight,
Nobody hurts like I do.
Your fakers are fine, but your water ain't wine,
so stop feeding me, 'a little more time'.
Your shit's a mess, I'm not yours to undress
I'm leaving this love for the last time.
I'm not yours, I'm mine.
You've got the means to caress, but weak you leave me a mess.
One touch is enough, your hands, a little too rough.
Will I ever be enough?
I'm not yours, I'm mine.
We fall the fader to black, release the ropes and feel the slack.
I'm not yours, I'm mine.
I tell you every time, you're walking a fine, fine line.
I'm not yours, I'm mine.
I'm not yours.
Heard it all before (repeat)