Your Girl

Your Girl – Mister Heavenly

And I wonder to myself

If your baby's feeling alright

Is your baby coming out tonight

Well if she does you can call me up

I can show you to the central park

I can chauffeur in the rental car

But all I ask is one small dance

Speaking french on the dance floor

While I hit her hind french doors

You don't seem to get she's not your girl

Ooh girl it's good you're home alone

You've got a gash let's get that sown

I saw hunger in your bones

I see your man's none to impressed

I think you off your feet and under your dress

And i hope you like a mess

All alone in the middle of the night

I could've sworn I did everything right

So how come she's now your girl

And I was made to believe

We had a future just you and me

Do you want to throw that away

(Oooooh ooh oh oh)

Baby

I can't believe

He looked into my eyes

He took you away from me

And said

\"sorry she's not your girl

Anymore\"

And I wonder to myself