Well you're right up on top now
And you wanna be free
You think you're too big
For poor little me
As soon you forgot
You forgot the things that you said
I guess too much success has gone to your head
Here are three letters
You sent me dear
At three different stages
Of your career
The first one read darling
You wonderful one
I'll always be grateful
For all that you've done
The second came after
I gave you your stars
It came from your pen, dear
And not from your heart
The third was the joker
That comes with a deck
You started your letter
Enclosed, please find cheque
Poor fool, do you think that your money could pay
For all that I've suffered
Till things came your way
Now it's all over
I've waited for years
I served you with kindness
You payed me with tears
I sighed when you kissed me
Thrilled at your touch
My only sin was that I loved, yes loved you too much
I answered that letter
That said we must part
Then I tore them the pieces
Like you tore my heart
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