So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside you
So you're with her, and not with me, oh how lucky one man can be
I hear your house is smart and clean, oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
Oh how lovely it must be
When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
When 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 honey
In your best friend, I heard he spent last night with her
Now how do you feel
When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
And it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me
Oh it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me
Does it bother you now all the mess I made
Does it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wear
Does it bother you now all the angry games we played
Does it bother you now when I'm not there
When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
When she lats in your arms, don't think of me
And it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me
Oh it's too late, oh it's too bad, don't think of me.
Written by D. Armstrong, R. Armstrong, P. Taylor & P. Herman
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Life For Rent (2003)
White Flag
Stoned
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Who Makes You Feel
Sand In My Shoes
Do You Have A Little Time
This Land Is Mine
See The Sun
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Here With Me
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Don't Think Of Me
My Lover's Gone
All You Want
Thank You
Honestly OK
Slide
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I'm No Angel
My Life
Take My Hand
Worthless
Afraid To Sleep
Don't Leave Home