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By Dido Submitted by Cyan Date: 2002 Apr 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.22.11.08.5230]] |
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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 lays in your warm 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. |