Tekst
The last time I spoke to the girl I love
We were at a party in New York
There was laughter and singing in the room as she spoke
The words, "I think we're done"
I must admit I felt a bit confused
When tears welled in her eyes and she told me she felt used
Oh, the last time I saw the girl I love
She was walking away
The next time that I fall in love
I'll make sure we both know
That no one's perfect and that's just the way it goes
And when it hurts you gotta let it show
Oh, but there's no excuse
For making her feel used
Oh, the next time that I fall in love
I'll make sure that it's the last