Well, I see you've looked around
and found someone to take your place
Now, he paints pictures in your mind
and a smile upon your face
And he's everything I've never been
Well, good for him, bad for me
Yes, you've been dissatisfied,
And you say where I could do no right
that he could do no wrong
while he sweeps you off your feet
I suppose he quotes your prose
and brings you pretty things
And writes you in the lines
and rhymes of songs he has to sing
And he tells you that he loves you
and you say you love him too
it won't mean that much to you
Well I must say I'm not overjoyed
But if he makes you happy
then that's some slight consolation
And I hope he will forgive me
Well, I suppose he quotes your prose
and brings you pretty things
And writes you in the lines
And he tells you that he loves you,
and you say you love him too
it won't mean that much to you
Well, I must say I'm not overjoyed
But if he makes you happy,
then that's some slight consolation
And I hope he will forgive me
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