The Look
The look upon her face.
She was still a girl at 21
But she had her mind made up
That she could never fall the way she fell for me
She used to be my lover
But now she's just an old friend,
A bitter-sweet self concluding end.
The look upon her face when I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
The look upon her face, when I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
The look upon her face,
She still calls me up despite that fact that she said she's moved on,
She's seeing other guys,
Just to piss me off
I know, She knows, the way to make me sweat,
But openly I'll say.
That I could care less.
The look upon her face when I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
The look upon her face, when I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
Ohhh
The look upon her faace,
The look upon her faace,
The look upon her faace
Ohhh
The look upon her faaace,
The look upon her faaace,
The look upon her faaace,
The look upon her face
The look upon her faaaaaaaaace
The look upon her face.
It still haunts me,
In my dreeeams