I sit, in our bedroom,

And I remember

All the things you told me

I gaze

At my reflection

And I think of

How you used to hold me.

And I just can't believe

That you would go

And leave me hanging

As if you'd never known me

Without a fond farewell

Or, "Babe, I got to go"

I can't believe it

Can't believe it

Oh baby, baby, now

How could you....

Leave me, on a Sunday Morning

With the sunlight streaming through my window

Now when we made love

Was it just a lie, love...

Or did you use me,

To get her back again....

I can't believe it.....

        G.  Rizzo - 1995

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