Tekster: John Hiatt. I Don't Even Try.

I thought I had your number, there must be some mistake
I dialed six, three, seven, eleven, eighty-eight
I got some geezer; said his girlfriend's on the town
I said, "I've got the wrong number," and I slammed the phone down

Thought about it for a minute 'til the anger went away
I figure every dog in town is gonna have his day
Well, I could count the teardrops, or I could wonder why
Well, I used to be your lover now I don't even try

It was champagne parties and sweet love sins
Now it's warm beer at midnight and girlie magazines
I stack the empty cans up like a freshman in school
It's the kind of thing you're into when you ain't nobody's fool

Got my socks in the oven, something's growing in the sink
I can't begin to face the day without a couple of drinks
Ain't had a decent meal since you made me cry
Well, I used to be your lover now I don't even try

Memories
Take a look at what you've done to me
It's gettin' so all I do is watch TV
Can't even prove that I'm alive

Well, I thought I had your number, there must be some mistake
I dialed six, three, seven, one, one, eight, eight
I got some geezer; said his girlfriend's on the town
I said, "I've got the wrong number," and I slammed the phone down

But I know the number's right and you're his girl
Though I wouldn't want to face it for the whole wide world
Don't come back baby, I think I'm gonna die
Well, I used to be your lover, now I don't even try
I used to be your lover, now I don't even try

Used to be your lover
Used to, used to be your lover
Used to be your lover, baby
Hey, yeah