It Wasn'T From Me

He would've loved it, if it was me. He would've smiled, if it was me. He would've kissed me again, To show that he can. He would've taken us off stage, We would've went backstage. He would've put me on the make-up counter, He would've made love to me right there, He would've done me better than the last one. But it wasn't me, so he pushed her off to throw up, His whole face was disgust. It wasn't me, so he felt ashamed, And it wasn't because of the age, Like everyone says. It wasn't me... That's the only reason he acted that way. It didn't feel like a kiss to him, Because it wasn't from me.