fob.lina

I don't miss you now.

 

Oh how the tides have turned

Oh how I longed to see your face, now that i’m over it

You seem to mind me

I can’t stand you for it.

Oh how the tides have turned

I don’t miss you now

Go on boy you’re not welcome now

You had your chance

Now that I’m spoken for, I’m not on the market

Yet you’re on the prowl

Oh how the tides have turned

 

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