Hey! Hey! Hey! What do I believe What makes Me feel it To write you this song? Hey! Hey! Two hours, A day Five months and a year Oh I loved you too long Hey! Hey! You keep blowing me out I keep holding you in I keep asking myself Oh why do you still hurt? Why do you still hurt? Who's wrong and who's right? I can not decide Cause I'm sober tonight Hey! Hey! I can not escape I'm here till it breaks Oh how my heart aches Hey! Hey! You keep blowing me out I keep holding you in Hey! Hey! I keep asking myself Oh why do you still hurt? Hey! Hey! Why do you still hurt? Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Still rolling the dice Still hoping to find A future for me Hey! Hey! I'm still in this fight I pray for the night To go easy on me You keep blowing me out I keep holding you in Hey! Hey! I keep asking myself Oh why do you still hurt? Hey! Hey! Why do you still hurt? Hey! Hey! Why do you still? Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

She's got the kind of look that defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free (Fat free, fat free, fat free) She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French She's got her perfect friends Oh, isn't she cool? She practices Tai Chi She'd never lose her nerve She's more than you deserve She's just far better than me Hey, hey So don't bother I won't die of deception I promise you won't ever see me cry Don't feel sorry And don't bother, I'll be fine But she's waiting The ring you gave to her will lose its shine So don't bother, be unkind I'm sure she doesn't know How to touch you like I would I beat her at that one good Don't you think so? She's almost six feet tall She must think I'm a flea I'm really a cat, you see And it's not my last life at all Hey, hey So don't bother I won't die of deception I promise you won't ever see me cry Don't feel sorry Don't bother, I'll be fine But she's waiting The ring you gave to her will lose its shine So don't bother, be unkind For you, I'd give up all I own And move to a communist country If you came with me, of course And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you And lose those pounds, learn about football If it made you stay But you won't, but you won't So don't bother I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine Promise you won't ever see me cry And after all, I'm glad that I'm not your type Promise you won't ever see me cry Don't bother I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine Promise you won't ever see me cry And after all, I'm glad that I'm not your type Not your type, not your type, not your type Promise you won't ever see me cry