Tell your girlfriend what was mine What you're looking for, you won't find And tell your sister to wait a while He's been drinking and losing style If anyone complains, at least my hands are dry ♪ My slate's been wiped clean, and you'll be gone a while ♪ But please, be quiet now, the crowd was right She's investing in a bullet sigh And tie your loose ends, up inside I'm not joking, man, you don't try If anyone complains, at least my hands are dry ♪ My slate's been wiped clean, and you'll be gone a while ♪ Tell your girlfriend what was mine What you're looking for, you won't find