You come to my door
In the pouring rain
We know what we don’t have to say
You hand me a rose and a note that says
We don’t have to do things their way
All my friends are saying
Girl, what are you thinking?
You're better off, you're better off without him
Find yourself another
Girl, that boy is trouble
You're better off, you're better off
Well, they can talk forever, they just don't know
better
