and pulled you from my memory
Then the wrong things I have done
March past me, one by one
And the more I think of you
With every little thought of you,
The least of my's and men,
For the best you had to give,
I gave only lonely nights
Now the more I think of you,
The devil must have been nearby
To cheer me on when I made you cry
No mortal man could cause such misery
Won't come with you still on my mind
Cause the more I think of you
The more I think of you, girl,
