When you look into his eyes
And he turns away
Sitting at a corner table
And there's nothing much to say
Does he have to draw you pictures
Does he have to spell it out
Face it girl, it's over
Wo-oyeah, it's over
When he glances at his watch
And it isn't late
And you try to amuse him
And he doesn't concentrate
Just how plainly can he tell you
Does he have to shout out loud
Face it girl, it's over
What's the use in hanging on
As he slowly slips away from you
Don't go along for the ride
Keep some semblence of pride
There's really nothing you can do
There aint nothing you can do girl
So the time has come, I know, for our last good-bye
Guess I'll have to go on living, when it's easier to die
Give me strength enough to take it
Take it like a woman should
Know, I know,
I
Know it's over
compositores: Angelo Badale,Francis Stanton
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