I'll sing you a goodbye serenade
The kind that was made to break your heart
because my lips, girl, were surely not made to taste the saline of my broken heart
You'll tell your stories
You think you deceive me? Do you?
You tell your stories, you think I would believe you?
If my lips aren't good enough once,
I'll never kiss you again
If my touch aint good enough once
I'll never hold you again.