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So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so prettyI hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside youSo you're with her, and not with me, oh how lucky one man can beI hear your house is smart and clean, oh how lovely with your homecomingqueenOh how lovely it must beWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meSo you're with her, and not with me, I know she spreads sweet honeyIn fact your best friend, I heard he spent last night with herNow how do you feelWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meAnd it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meOh it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meDoes it bother you now all the mess I madeDoes it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wearDoes it bother you now all the angry games we playedDoes it bother you now when I'm not thereWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meAnd It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meOh it's too late, oh it's too bad, don't think of me.
Dido
Don't Think Of Me
Don't Think Of Me
So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so prettyI hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside youSo you're with her, and not with me, oh how lucky one man can beI hear your house is smart and clean, oh how lovely with your homecomingqueenOh how lovely it must beWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meSo you're with her, and not with me, I know she spreads sweet honeyIn fact your best friend, I heard he spent last night with herNow how do you feelWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meAnd it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meOh it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meDoes it bother you now all the mess I madeDoes it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wearDoes it bother you now all the angry games we playedDoes it bother you now when I'm not thereWhen you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of meWhen she lays in your warm arms, don't think of meAnd It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of meOh it's too late, oh it's too bad, don't think of me.
