Slacks - St. South

Got a piece of my mind to tell you who's mine

Nobody hurts like me for you

Soft slacks at night I'm wearing 'em tight

Nobody hurts like I do

Your fakers are fine but your water ain't wine

So stop feeding me 'a little more time'

Your s**t's a mess I'm not yours to undress

I'm leaving this love for the last time

I'm not yours I'm mine

You've got the means to caress

But weak you leave me a mess

One touch is enough your hands a little too rough

Your hands a little too rough

Your hands a little too rough

Will I ever be enough enough

I'm not yours I'm mine

I'm not yours we fall the fader to black

Release the ropes and feel the slack

I'm not yours I'm mine

I tell you every time you're walking a fine fine line

I'm not yours I'm mine

I'm not yours

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before

Heard it all before