He met me that day, before his performance
In black, clinging dress, with a glass of wine
He smiled, seeing all the men around
Then he smoothed his hair and held me tight

He said a few words in a foreign language
He was so naive and younger even than me
I wanted to get free from his minor shoulders
When he introduced me as a girlfriend of his

Backstage we watched a support, his name was Jimmy
He wasn't really good, not even sad
We walked out, directing steps towards the hotel
He held my hand, asked if I'm someone's else.


And I said:

I am husbandless 'cause no one's sounds shitty
I am husbandless, what about you?
I am husbandless, I prefer to be lonely - he said
So tell me, babe, am I what You need?

Today he met me again before his performance
At his side smiling auburn-haired girl
Excused her for a while to meet a connection
He asked me outright: Baby, how are ya?


And I said:

I am husbandless 'cause no one's feels shitty
I am husbandless, what about you?
I am husbandless, I prefer to be lonely
So tell me, babe, am I what You need?

I am husbandless 'cause no one's feels shitty
I am husbandless, what about you?
I am husbandless, I prefer to be lonely
So tell me, babe, am I what You need?

Ain't I what You need now babe..

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