Please, please,
Don't mind the curtains blowing across my window sill and
Please, please,
Don't mind the pieces.
It's just my heart. You don't have to feel that way,
Now that I see those tragic feelings, back behind your eyes.
And please, please,
Don't laugh at me while that fella throws his overcoat over you.
(I coulda told the truth.)
(I coulda told the truth.)
And please, please,
Don't mind the tears exploding on my Rolling Stone.
You'll have to find your own way home this time.
You cry painlessly, girl.
(I coulda told the truth.)
(I coulda-)
Cry painlessly, girl.
(I coulda told the truth.)
You know, I don't even bother anymore.
(I coulda told the truth.)
Oh girl, you know, I don't even bother anymore.
(I coulda told the truth.)
(I coulda told the truth.)
(I coulda told the truth.)
(Life'll be that way.)
And please, please.
Don't mind the curtains blowing across my window sill and
Please, please,
Don't mind the pieces.
It's just my heart. You don't have to feel that way,
Now that I see those tragic feelings, back behind your eyes.
(I coulda told the truth.)
(I coulda told the truth.)
And please, please.
Don't laugh at me while that fella throws his overcoat over you.
And please, please,
Don't laughat me while that fella throws his overcoat over you.
(I coulda told you.)