"Souvenir" lyrics
She took the dog, she took the porch set
Better thank the Lord she took the doormat
So she can walk all over that
'Stead of all over me
That girl took off in the sunset
She cut it loose just like a Corvette
Guess I'll add her to the ranks
Of girls that's over me
She left all the lights and left the TV on
And I called one thousand times but not a thousand one
She left smoke to fill the mirrors but not a single tear
She took everything she loves but left me right here
Left the loudest type of quiet that a man could ever hear
And the fridge with twelve cold hard truths, a dozen souvenirs
She flipped the bird, I didn't chirp back
Better thank the Lord she took her word back
'Cause every time she game me that
It just end up hurting me
She sent a text, mmh, that left a mark on me
Did her best to make it hard on me
Told her just take what you want, I won't swing by until you leave
And when I got there all that's left there was a key
She left all the lights and left the TV on
And I called one thousand times but not a thousand one
She left smoke to fill the mirrors but not a single tear
She took everything she loves but left me right here
Left the loudest type of quiet that a man could ever hear
And the fridge with twelve cold hard truths, a dozen souvenirs
Better thank the Lord she took the doormat
So she can walk all over that
'Stead of all over me
That girl took off in the sunset
She cut it loose just like a Corvette
Guess I'll add her to the ranks
Of girls that's over me
She left all the lights and left the TV on
And I called one thousand times but not a thousand one
She left smoke to fill the mirrors but not a single tear
She took everything she loves but left me right here
Left the loudest type of quiet that a man could ever hear
And the fridge with twelve cold hard truths, a dozen souvenirs
She flipped the bird, I didn't chirp back
Better thank the Lord she took her word back
'Cause every time she game me that
It just end up hurting me
She sent a text, mmh, that left a mark on me
Did her best to make it hard on me
Told her just take what you want, I won't swing by until you leave
And when I got there all that's left there was a key
She left all the lights and left the TV on
And I called one thousand times but not a thousand one
She left smoke to fill the mirrors but not a single tear
She took everything she loves but left me right here
Left the loudest type of quiet that a man could ever hear
And the fridge with twelve cold hard truths, a dozen souvenirs
