Tekster: Lucinda Williams. Come On.

Dear, I'm so over you
You don't even have a clue
All you do is make me blue
You didn't even mate me, come on

You're so self involved
You're in some kind of fog
You hung up on your hog
You didn't even mate me, come on

You think you're in hot demand
But you don't know where you put your hand
Let me tell you where you stand
You didn't even mate me, come on

Dude you're so fired
Shut up, I'm not inspired
All I'm feeling now is tired
You didn't even mate me, come on

You weren't even worth it
I'm sorry I ever flirted
The effort wasn't you to concert it
You didn't even mate me, come on

I just talk the talk
You can't back it up with you walk
You can't light my fire, so fuck off
You didn't even mate me, come on