Deb's Night Out

Don't tell me where you've been'cause I know just where you've beenThe truths you tell are few and far betweenNodding off in front of me does not provoke my sympathyYou better get yourself a new line'cause that shit just ain't worth sellingAnd it goes...Pain, pain, wash awayIt hurts so much to watch you playDream, dream, stay with meTell me another storyDon't think I'm taken inI don't think it's turning out the way you planned itI'm not yours to plan withAnd I pray for the rain, maybeAnd I pray for the rain -To wash you far away