Yes, you're right
up on top
An d you want to be free
Why do you feel that you're
too good much to be
For somebody like me?
Yes, you're free to present
me to friends
And you're well set up like that
Well, I guess it's more convenient
for us to forget
But how soon you forget
all those fine, fine things you said
And how just a little success
Yes, just a little taste of success
Is gonna add straight to
your pretty little head
I hold in my hand three letters to you,
three from three different stages
of your fine, super -fine career.
The first one began,
Whereupon, darling, sweetheart,
my wonderful wife,
I'll always be grateful
for the things that you've done.
The second,
Your second letter came regularly
after I gave you your stuff.
Yes, it came from your pen, dear,
but not from your heart
The third, the third was the joke of
the king of the day
You entered your letter
and crossed the river,
please find my chair
Why, you fool, you poor,
sad, foolish fool
You think your money could pay you
For the hard, hard years I suffered with you
and the things broke your way
Yes, I smiled when you kissed me,
I thrilled at your touch
My only sin was I love you,
yes, I love you much
I'm in on your last letter
that said that we must part
But I'm torn into pieces
just like you tore up my heart
Yes, I'm sad and I'm licked
and I haven't got a dime
But I thank God, yes, I thank my God
I found you out in time
I still love you, won't you
please come back to me,
come back when you honor me
Don't stay from me
But you'll always be my one
We'll be together
For eternity
For me
That you would leave me
here in tears
Now all you go on and on
seems like years
Now darling I sing my song
You