The feeling we used to get, whenever our lips met. Like smoke from a cigarette, it's fading away. Fading away, fading away. It hurts me to think about
Look what you've done. You made a fool out of someone. (Out of someone) You thought love was true and found out that you were just having fun. (Just
ready, so get ready 'cause here I come. (Get ready 'cause here I come) I'm on my way. (Get ready 'cause here I come) (Get ready 'cause here I come-a) (Get ready
I know you wanna leave me, but I refuse to let you go If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy, I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me Ain't
