Music: Jan B疵ta
Text: Jan B疵ta
Arranged by Fullstop
You know it ain't easy,
to say to your shiny eyes,
these words of hate.
You killed my love,
like a frost killed my rose,
frozen petals falling dead.
And I知 glad that you are not my girl
and I知 glad that you are not my girl.
Why are you crying?
I hate this comedy,
I know your tricky face.
All of your tears,
seem like a poison drop to me,
so why you wonder, dear.
That I知 glad that you are not my girl.
and I知 glad that you are not my girl
and I知 glad that you are not my girl
and I知 glad that you are not my girl