I met her on a strip
It was another lost weekend
The band was too slick
And the people were twisted

So I asked her for a date
She reluctantly agreed
Then we went to my place
And she never did leave

She won't even miss me when she's gone
And that's okay with me I'll cry later on

It's been six months
She hasn't shut up once
I've tried to explain
She's driving me insane

She won't even miss me when she's gone
And that's okay with me I'll cry later on

Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
I'll just see you around

Get out
I'm telling you now
Do you catch my drift
What could be plainer than this

Nothin' more to be said
Write me a letter instead
I don't mean to be [bad word] But I'm finished with you

She won't even miss me when she's gone
That's okay with me I'll cry later on

Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
Talk to ya later—just save it for another guy
Talk to ya later—don't want to hear it again tonight
I'll just see you around