A song for two-timing hoes

Tried again at eleven got sent straight to voicemail

You said you needed a calm quiet night alone

But that don't explain why you're not picking up the phone

Now I'm driving through the city like a bullet in my seat

And I hold my breath when I hit your street

You were restless when you told me everything was alright

One quiet night alone if nothing is wrong

How come you're not home and it's almost 3am when you decide to show

You're gonna tell me where you've been

Don't spare me the details, I wanna know

What does he look like, what does he talk like

Thought you wanted to make this work

But you're sending me mixed signals

With lowered emotion you greet me and I'm overcome

'Cause your body language is speaking in another tongue

First you tell me that you needed some excitement in your life

Then you grab the handle and turn the knife

Accusations of obsessive misbehaviour like we ain't been down to hell and back

And made untrue

I thought that was you and it's almost 3am when you decide to show

You're gonna tell me where you've been

Don't spare me the details, I wanna know

What does he look like, what does he talk like

Thought you wanted to make this work

But you're sending me mixed signals

And in the dusk we fall apart

The sun's got his elbow in the rib cage of town

I'm breaking down

And it's almost 3am when you decide to show

You're gonna tell me where you've been

Don't sugarcoat it girl, I want the blow-by-blow

What does he look like, what does he talk like

Thought you wanted to make this work

But you're sending me mixed signals

Yeah, sending me mixed signals

Darling, darling believe me

Know that, no you don’t need me

Break up, you know it won’t please me

Sweetheart, let me down easy

Cut me loose, baby, don't tease me

Oh Lord, let me down easy