Girl, we've seen the years go by, 
But I think we've reached the end of the line, 
Though you'll always be a friend of mine, 
Cause the good Lord tore you out of my side 
 
You were maybe seventeen and me… 
I was me 
I was me 
I was me 
I was me... 
Yeah 
 
Now I never been too good with words, 
But you gotta hear me now cause I got to be heard, 
I've got a fire burning inside of me 
And you must entertain this final plea, yeah 
 
You are looking good as [bad word] tonight, 
How about me? 
How about me? 
How about me? 
How about me... 
Yeah 
 
You were the first to blow up my scene,
My lady Madonna, 
My beauty queen, 
Officer, stop that lady, 
She's getting away with my heart, 
I see...