When you walked out the door I failed to recognize Not having you no more would be a blessing in disguise The promises you broke, the lies that you spoke The way you said goodbye Final destination's been the inspiration In the sad songs that I write Should be down in the dumps down in the mouth sporting a frown but i ain't Making the rounds all over town Running you down but i can't To tell you the truth the least I could do is send you flowers and a note of thanks Crying all the way to the bank Well I just can't forget the way you broke my heart But it helps when i fret on this old flattop guitar You see a girl's gotta live and it pays to forgive all you put me thru I oughta be willing, I'm making a killing, all because of losing you Repeat chorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
