He's still on the nicotine, and he's still stuck in Abilene
25 but acts 18, why am I pissed about it?
He found a trophy for his arm, and she drives him home from every bar
I'm the one who broke his heart, cause I'm better off without him
So why am I wishing my hair was a little bit plunder?
Why am I wishing my legs were a little bit longer?
I don't want him, his last name, hell, I'm the one that got
away
So why am I, why am I still just a dream?
I bet he still lies like a rug and tells her he loves her when he's drunk
Leaving him wasn't leaving that hard, I ought to be thanking my lucky star
So why am I wishing my hair was a little bit plunder?
Why am I wishing my legs were a little bit longer?
I don't want him, his last name, hell, I'm the one that got away
So why am I, why am I still just a dream?
I don't want him back, I'm glad he's a goner
I don't want him back, but I don't want him to want her
Why am I wishing my hair was a little bit blonder?
Why am I wishing my legs were a little bit longer?
I don't want him or his last name, hell, I'm the one that got away
So why am I, why am I still jealous of Jane?
Oh, why am I still jealous of Jane?
Why am I still jealous of Jane?