You gotta a lot of girls
That you call your friends
You're always joking baby
At least you pretend
But it don't mean a thing
I know that ain't true, but
Someone told me something
About Geena and you
Now that I'm leaving you babe
How does it feel (2x)
I don't care about you money, babe
I don't care about your cars
As you can see for yourself
I am a rock and roll star
And while you read your
Little black book, busy
Making plans
I'm out playing every night
I gotta a million fans
Now that I'm leaving baby
How does that feel
Well how does that feel
