作曲 : Bryan Adams & James Douglas Vallance
作词 : Adams, Vallance
Lyrics：Bryan Adams/Jim Vallance Music：Bryan Adams/Jim Vallance
Well, I hardly knew you, baby,
When you were comin' on,
But mama told me ther'd be days like these.
I should known better maybe,
Shoulda seen right through ya,
I needed you like a disease.
CHORUS:
I ain't gonna cry over you,
You're a mistery.
I ain't gonna cry over you,
you're history, history.
You said you'd wait forever,
But I know your type,
The lights are on but no one's home.
I changed my number maybe,
You'd better change your mind
'Cause I'd rather spend the night alone.
CHORUS
I ain't gonna cry over you,
You're a misery.
I ain't gonna cry over you,
you're history.
I ain't your kinda guy,
So forget about me
'Cause I ain't too shy
To say what I'm thinkin', hit it.
I got reckless, baby,
Put you in your place,
Next time better rearrange your face.