Nothing but a cold floor under my feat
And outside the wind blows blustery
Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door

All because you can't send me love no more

Send me no more love

It would only stand to make me sick
Send me love no more
I would only get back in what I got out

Real quick

I knew a man that would talk a good game

Words sweet as syrup pouring down like rain
One fateless night fooling around down town
When that girl came in you could hear the sap

Hit the ground

Now I know a girl

With a man on a string
She likes to see how much he could take
With a come on

And little heart break
She swore she didn't need anymore
Then all she could take


Nothing but a cold floor under my feat
And outside the wind blows bitterly

Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door
All because you can't send me love no more


Send me no more love
It would only stand to make me sick
Send me love no more

I would only get back in what I got out
Real quick