and the way you stir your coffee, like an angel in the morning
still you dare to change your mind
you'll be sorry when it's over
when you've had your taste of freedom
don't come crying on my shoulder
Save your tears, don't mean much
is the guilty party me? i don't think so
and it, it's no bed of roses lying here
tossing and turning
still you dare to change your mind
you'll be sorry when it's over
when you've had your taste of freedom
don't come crying on my shoulder
and these, these years of love and giving surely
must be something to you
