"She Ain't Me" lyrics

"She Ain't Me"

She might sleep in your bed, and she might have your key
She might be in your head, but soon you're gonna see
She ain't me, she ain't me
She ain't me, she ain't me

It's been a long time since we broke up
And I know that you think you're moving on
You were sleeping on it, boy, shoulda woke up
Now my shadow's all you got 'cause I'm gone

And now it's like
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and who's crying now?
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and check, check it out
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and who's crying now?
Shadow's all you got 'cause I'm gone

She might sleep in your bed, and she might have your key
She might be in your head, but soon you're gonna see
She ain't me, she ain't me
She ain't me, she ain't me

You had my heart, lock, stock & barrel (barrel)
Said I was the kind that you keep
Shot me down quick with your arrow
Your rich talk, boy? It was cheap

And now it's like
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and who's crying now?
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and check, check it out
Uh-oh, uh-oh, and who's crying now?
Your rich talk, boy? It was cheap

(Hey! Hey! Hey!)

She might sleep in your bed, and she might have your key
She might be in your head, but soon you're gonna see
She ain't me, she ain't me
She ain't me


Thanks to Lindsay for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Ludwig Göransson, Zsuzsanna Ward
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