So you’re with her, and not with me,I hope she’s sweet, and so prettyI hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside youSo you’re with her, and not with me,Oh how lucky one man can beI hear your house is smart and clean,Oh how lovely with your homecoming queenOh how lovely it must be…
When you see her sweet smile baby,Don’t think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms,Don’t think of me
So you’re with her, and not with me,I know she spreads sweet honeyIn fact your best friend,I heard he spent last night with herNow how do you feel
When you see her sweet smile baby,Don’t think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms,Don’t think of meAnd it’s too late and it’s too bad,Don’t think of meOh it’s too late and it’s too bad,Don’t think of me
Does it bother you now all the mess I madeDoes it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wearDoes it bother you now all the angry games we playedDoes it bother you now when I’m not there
When you see her sweet smile baby,Don’t think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms,Don’t think of meAnd it’s too late and it’s too bad,Don’t think of meOh it’s too late, oh it’s too bad,Don’t think of me
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