Please don’t write me anymore
You’re worth forgetting, that I’m sure
I have every reason to
Think of you the way I do

Babe I just don’t want to hear
What you love’s been whisperin’ in your ear
Or who is who, or what you do
Or what you’ve learned to break in two

But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do

And God bless the toys that break under you
They’ll be a’ firing straight, but when it’s too late
They’ll throw the children in the river too

Oh, babe I just don’t want to hear
What your coping mind did find in fear
I’m sure you’re plenty good at movin’ plenty fast
To the very next from the very last

But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do

And God bless the toys that find out the truth
‘Bout the games you play
With the words you say
For a heart too young to choose

So, I will turn into a thought
That you once had and then forgot
As you burn yourself into a scar
On the face of a man that went too far

But God bless the boy that winds up with you
He’ll have a hell of a time
With a hell of a mind
That thinks the way you do

And God bless the toys that break under you
They’ll be a’ firing straight, but when it’s too late
They’ll throw the children in the river too

So please don’t write me anymore
You’re worth forgetting, that I’m sure
I have every reason to
Think of you the way I do