It's In Her Eyes
You’re wearing clothes I’ve never seen before
Hide your phone when I walk through the door
Furtive conversation’s I’m not meant to hear
Text’s are received but these you soon clear
You smile with your mouth,
but your eyes are cold
Cos it’s him that you want,
not me you want to hold
I’m sick and tired of your stupid lies
It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes
Your lyin you can’t disguise
It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes
Listen up honey to these words I say
I’ve packed my bags I’m going away
You don’t love me no more
Of that I’m sure,
Yes I’m sure, oh so sure
So I’m walking out the door
Then you can’t hurt me no more
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