Alba s touto skladbou:
Just Whitney,
I'm sitting here in my own head
Thinking how on you can be staring and
Got my number too
And i'm writing you
Contemplating on the paper what I should do
On the fire place
With the mailman
Should I tell you or should I hold it in
If my heart wasn't in it baby you could just forget it
I'd be gone in a New York minute
You never gave attention
I know you've no bad intentions for us
So i'm writing you
But i always fail to mention
Cos you know i really don't like to fuss
So i'm gonna hold it in
I'm writing you a dear John letter
I tried to stay but it never got better
I couldn't tell you face to face but I
I had to let you know
Sometimes I wanna hit the door
Sometimes I think that i've had enough
My hands freeze and I can't write fast enough
I wanna get away
But i can't obey
What my heart speaks you know i'm listening
Some days I'm really touchy and
Some days I'm willing to forget and
Some days I'm still in love with you
Some days i'm sad and blue
When i don't check myself
I get frustrated with you
And i don't know what i'm gonna do
I know that it's not just you
It's some of my negligence too
And i can't go through with mailing this to you
I'm writing you a dear John letter
I tried to stay but it never got better
I couldn't tell you face to face but I
I had to let you know
Sometimes I wanna hit the door
When i don't check myself
I get frustrated with you
And i don't know what i'm gonna do
I know that it's not just you
It's some of my negligence too
And i can't go through with mailing this to you
I'm writing this letter because it makes me feel better
