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Testo Poor Me
Found it in his closet
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes
Poor me!
He never told me how long
I'd been living in the dark
No one turned the light on I fell and broke my heart
Poor me! Poor me!
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour me another...
Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can't shake it
My stupid pride
Poor me! Poor me!
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour me another...
I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he'd never met her
Then everything would be the way it was
Poor me this, poor me that
Poor me this, poor me that
Oh, poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe that he'd leave me
To love her
Poor me, pour me another...
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes
Poor me!
He never told me how long
I'd been living in the dark
No one turned the light on I fell and broke my heart
Poor me! Poor me!
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour me another...
Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can't shake it
My stupid pride
Poor me! Poor me!
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour me another...
I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he'd never met her
Then everything would be the way it was
Poor me this, poor me that
Poor me this, poor me that
Oh, poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It's not white, it’s not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe that he'd leave me
To love her
Poor me, pour me another...
SHANIA TWAIN
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