he called me last Sunday <br />said 'Babe are you free? <br />deep down in side i <br />felt chills run through me. <br />i recalled a touch <br />then a old memory <br />i wanted him bad <br />but he's no good for me. <br />he's no good for me, Hey <br />I've been there before. <br />i don't need the pain <br />of heartake anymore.. <br />but maybe just maybe <br />that ain't how it will be <br />i wanted him bad <br />but he's no good for me... <br />I gave him chances <br />more than i can count <br />He left me in hartake... <br />I had to get out.. <br />it's been a long time <br />feeling lonesome and free <br />i wanted him bad <br />but he's no good for me.... <br />he's no good for me <br />i say i've been there before.. <br />i don't need the pain <br />of heartake anymore. <br />but maybe just maybe <br />that ain't how it will be <br />i wanted him bad <br />but he's no good for me......<br /><br />Connetta Jean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-s-no-good-for-me/
