No, other woman would wear your clothes
Could I want to live a lie?
All my work is done
But remarkably my son
Well, neither will I, if she still try to try
When you live more than twice
That what's one to sacrifice
Gonna be just like you I'm giving my life too
And I'm almost sure
We are the reason, I suppose
And it goes without saying
Wouldn't surprise me to see her go
She would like me to know she knows
I'm pretty much possessed
The one word that describes the past
Now I'm so, so much more
And we've spoken, so I know she knows
I was absolutely nothing before
Or what I bet it's nice