Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You′ve been staring in my dreams
I′ve been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We′re gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you
We′re gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won′t miss you child
You′ve been blotting out my mind
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah
No, I won′t miss you, baby, yeah