Lyrics

Well I know it's been a little while Since the first time that I made you smile And I thought I'd take this opportunity To dig a little deeper inside And try to find out what someone like you Is trying to hide from me Well I hope that you don't get angry girl [And] I hope you don't get hurt By the things I found while goin' through your purse Your make-up, [and] your compact, [and your] lipstick, and shit like that And the keys that you keep on a chain Your cigarettes and my lighter too And a picture of your sister God I think you're one in the same Then I cleverly put all thesе things back into place so you Wouldn't think that I was a jerk [Yeah] thе things I found while goin' through your purse Well a photo of your mother too And all the guys [boys] who date[d] you And your high school graduation ring And a check stub from where [the place] you work Some poetry from some Stupid jerk who's tryin' to Steal your heart [away] from me Well I hope that you don't get angry [offended] girl I hope you don't get hurt By the things I found while goin' through Yeah the things I found while [I was] goin' thru The things I found while goin' thru your purse