You Were A Brand New,
Blue Jean, Picket On The Front Lawn
A Reason Just To
Get Off The Floor
From A Friend To A Stranger,
A Simple Rearranger
Should I Even Open That Door?
It Was A Sunday Morning,
Hanging By A Shoelace
Felt Like You Were Starting A War
Now You're Changing And Moving,
I'll Take My Ass To Houston
'Cause I Don't Think
You Love Me Anymore
I Was A Headache Somedays,
But Surely No One's Perfect
See, Loving Me Is Like
Doing A Chore
But You Told Me You'd Hold Me,
Forgеt The Matrimony
I Don't Think I Love You Anymore
And, If This Is My Goodbyе
It's Been The Longest
Of My Life
I See My Shoes Have
Been Filled, And, Still
All I Can Hope Is That He's
Treating You Nice
I See The New Man You're Holding,
The Bar Is Finally Closing
I Don't Know What I'm
Buggin' Ya For
Between The Silence And The Mileage,
The Feelings You Were Hiding
I Don't Think You Love Me Anymore
And I Don't Think I Love You Anymore
But I Don't Think I'll Ever Be So Sure
One, Two, Three Ah
