Anastacia left a kiss on the mirror And a couple of condoms by the bed I tried to find her on her old number But I just goet her boyfriend instead Oh it's hard, so hard When Anastacia changes her mind So I went back to working the quadrellas I collected three times in a row I swear it mush have been that kiss on the mirror That' I'd touch with my lips just for luck each time I'd go Oh it's hard, so hard When Anastacia changes her mind Now the numbers were my daily devotion I was stashing big bills in the floor Then one night at my door a commotion Anastacia - at some ungodly hour! I said 'Baby can I fix you a coffee And tomorrow let me buy you a dress Since you've been gone I got lucky' She just nodded her head and said 'I guess' Oh it's hard, yeah it's hard When Anastacia changes her mind Now 'Stacey' takes the crumbs from the table And feeds them out back to the birds Me I can't even pick the daily double Since that kiss on the mirror disappeared Yeah it's hard, ain't it hard When Anastacia changes her mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
