it was your favorite shirt you wore the way you looked it hurt told me too fast we went you needed your space and then you left now there s a new man holding your waist i m not a man i m glad to know pretty in pink lipstick for weeks it s glamour i please and i love me for every dress and every mistake and every heartbreak that you ever put me through and i realized i don t love you it s not the way i am it s the way that you look at me never felt like your man i want to be held not to be holding