Three Second Memory

And oh Lord
From the ghetto
You know that he’s a sinner

Remember me, I’m the one who had your babies I

Do you remember me
I don’t even know anymore and
I’ll tell you this for free
Something’s don’t make sense in the morning
Three second memory
Helps you to forget all the same and
Sometimes it’s what you need
To move on with life again

Life again, strife again
She rode off on her bike again
Perfect ten, never again
I don’t know quite where to begin
There’s evidence that ever since
She left perfume and finger prints
I won’t let you
I won't let you won’t forget you

Remember me, I’m the one who had your babies I

Do you remember me
I'm that guy who showed you the door and
I'll tell you this for free
Oh man there’s some life again
Life again, no strife again
I got back on my bike again
No perfect ten, won’t let you in
I now know just where to begin
‘Cos ever since there’s evidence
There's no such thing as accidents
I won’t let you
I won’t let you won’t forget you

Remember me, I’m the one who had your babies I
I am a woman
Of the ghetto
Remember me, I’m the one who had your babies I