They Used To Be Me
Tonight is the big night, not exactly a mundayne affair.
Even though I shouldn't care, I wasn't invited, but my boyfriend will be there.
I really do trust him. If I didn't, that wouldn't be right.
I'm just worried about all the other girls that will be
there tonight.
The kind of girl who thinks-he's cute, so I'll flirt a little.
It deosn't matter if he has a girlfriend, she'll still try to get in the middle.
She'll softly bat her eyes and show off her tiny waist,
then she will grab his drink and ask if she can have
a taste.
All the devious things that girls do and say, like ask him to drive her home, and then invite him to stay.
I hope I'm on his mind, and that he deos the right thing,
because I really do love him, you see,
I even wear his ring.
I shouldn't do this to myself, sit here and torture my mind.
I just know in my heart he's the best man I
could ever find.
I'm driving myself crazy, knowing I can't be there to see.
I know how those other girls can act, because those other
girls used to be me.
Copyright © Jennifer Rypiak | Year Posted 2005
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