(Chorus). I was sitting down, all by myself. Listening to everybody, everybody. He ain't be like everybody else. Oh you see, I gotta be me. And there ain't nobody just like this.
The needle on my record player has been wearing thin. This record has been playing since the day you've been with him. . No more long rides home. No more of your station.
This smoking gun of a mouth of mine. Has many victims to it's name. But this time it was your words that killed me (your words that killed me). . Right where I was standing.
I've been waiting for a good day. I've been holding back long enough. I've been hurting to tell you some things. It's not the falling of the temperature.