You kissed my head as you stood in the door And then you said: "don't want to see you no more" All I could say as you walked out on me Was how I hoped you'd remembered your key Took one last look Took the phone of the hook I must confess I agree
All o those days when I went through a phase Of missing the love that you bore In retrospect there's something I can't neglect I was missing a love but not yours
The love that you bore that thing that I once adored Was no gift that you gave me each time Thinking again, what a fool I was then It was a trophy of yours and a burden of mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
