when this town talks
this town listens
and them rumors run wild like kudzu across the bridges
so I can’t go
where we used to drink
without hearing about how you want nothing to do with me
how I ain’t been up in your head
and you ain’t been up in my bed
baby that’s news to me
baby ain’t you the one usually
hittin me up at like two or three
and every time you come over it’s so good but then we say goodbye
run it right back in record time
kiss and lie like I’m old news
and nothing but a memory
baby that’s news to me