 She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself every single day.
She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself every single day.
One of those blonde ladies had a certain hold on me.
I went to all the seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree.
I even let her use her nephew's sea plane in the Bahamas for free.
But she means nothing to me now.
I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself every single day.
I'm quite convinced I escaped her sway.
I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice;
Ripped out the floors and painted the platforms puce;
And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus,
But she means nothing to me now.
I tell myself that everyday:
She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself every single day.
I'm still convinced I escaped her sway.
But when she wakes in the moonlight on her mesa in March,
Does she kick up a thunderstorm
When she thinks of my betrayal?
I was in a dark place
With little covered lights
Now did she leave me,
Or did I leave her?
She means nothing to me now.
I read all the books and I watched the DVD
She said, "Get rid of all the things that you think you need."
I gave away my record collection, I became a volunteer
They went through my trash in the middle of the night
I thought it was two racoons and my neighbor's dog having a fight
I knew it was her when I saw her eyes in the flashlight
She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself I'm quite OK.
She means nothing to me now.
I tell myself that every day.
I tell myself, tell myself, tell myself, tell myself
She means nothing to me now.
I'm quite OK.
I'm quite OK.
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