I won't be waiting around for you I've got a few other things to do You're like a cat on a hot tin roof It's not cute, anymore I don't want any part of it I could get lost in the afternoon I've got no one to answer to Here I go again on my own White snake on the radio Nothing but desert behind me I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it I used to live in a fantasy With expectations of tragedy There's no such lover Who doesn't betray you someday Like it or not, that's ok with me I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it I used to think I loved you Now I'm not that worried about it Here I go again on my own White snake on the radio Nothing but desert behind me