Lyrics:

A metaphor that “she” is Music, And Music is all that Travie needs.
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I don’t know what it is about her
She makes me so fucking special when…
When she’s here i’m alright, but when she leaves
I’m fucking..

When I close my eyes that's when she appears
I grab her by the thighs (Come here) and I pull her near (Like that)
But to my surprise, it's just what I fear
Cause when I turn on the lights there's no one there

I am by myself and I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself and I know that nobody's home
I am by myself but I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself

There's no one there, when I turn on the lights
There is no one there, when I turn on the…

And just like that she's right back
She'll stay the night as long as I play the right track
She likes the lights low
And when she winds slow
I'm buyin' what she's selling
Ain't no telling where my mind goes
She leaves my mind blow like old speakers
She always comes and goes but I never leave her
She is like my favorite cut or replay
She makes them paper cuts go away
I hope she stays

I am by myself and I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself and I know that nobody's home
I am by myself but I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself
I am by myself and I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself and I know that nobody's home
I am by myself but I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself

There’s… no… one… here…
When I turn, turn, turn, turn, turn on the lights

I am by myself and I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself and I know that nobody's home
I am by myself but I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself
I am by myself and I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself and I know that nobody's home
I am by myself but I'm dancing all alone
I am by myself