I won't be nobody's number twoThat's what I wrote in his letter tooHow could a man just leave with no regretsWomen start looking to replacing itAre you feeling love for it, manI think the cure is in your handsDoctor, he said I'd always be lovedThat my arms would always be warm enoughBut now he's gone and I guess I'd better moveMy heart's stopped, now it beats fast for youI am showing symptoms of sorrow, againTell me the truth, is it serious, man...Put me under, starve the feverDon't feelI am fading with every wasted secondYou're a lieYou're a lie
