I'M SO GLAD I LEFT YOU BEHIND 
                 
        
                               
        There was a time 
		I thought I needed you. 
          There was a time, 
		  Sweet-meat and greeted you. 
		   
          I didn't mind everybody knowing 
          That I was your fool. 
          But when I caught you 
		  Going thru my wallet, 
        I kinda lost my cool. 
        So, now I'm thru the door. 
          Don't need you no more. 
          Don't try to block me when I try to score. 
          What do you think I'm living for? 
        Piss off, go away. 
          Don't try to talk honey, don't try to stay. 
          Cos nothing you can do or say  
          Is worth the price I'll have to pay. 
        And don't start to whine baby, 
          It won't work! 
          I may be a fool but I ain't no jerk. 
          Just because I mighta been once, 
        That don't mean I'll always be a dunce. 
        Got my mind reinvigorated, 
          Now I find I'm motivated 
          To pull it together and drive on thru. 
          That don't leave much room for you. 
        I'm so glad I left you behind. 
          I'm so glad you're no longer mine. 
          I feel as tho I just got out of prison, 
          And now you're back:  
          Just like the dead arisen. 
        When you took off, 
          I was kinda lost. 
          But then as time went by I re-appraised the cost. 
          We had lotsa times-- 
          Some good, some bad. 
          But I aint sentimental, 
          You're gone and I'm glad. 
        Yeah! 
        Now I'm thru the door. 
          Don't need you no more. 
          Why try to block me when I try to score? 
          What do you think I'm living for? 
        Leave here, go away. 
          Don't try to talk, honey, don't try to stay. 
          Cos nothing you can do or say  
          Is worth the price I'll have to pay. 
        And now that life is back on track, 
          There ain't no way I'm going back. 
          Go find another stoolcap to 
          Drag thru the gutter, baby, this one's thru. 
        Sure, you're a beauty. 
          I suppose you're smart, 
          But rather witchly and missing a few parts, 
          A wannabe love doll, greasy plastic. 
          Maybe I'm getting just a little drastic. 
        I’m so glad I left your behind. 
          I'm so glad you're no longer mine. 
          I feel as tho I just got out of prison, 
          And now you're back:  
        Just like the dead arisen. 
         
           © COPYRIGHT 2005 CHRIS GIUNTA 
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