She Doesn't Love Me In The Morning
She doesn't love me in the morning.
She doesn't love me as she's making me the tea.
She doesn't love me as I'm leaving for the door.
She doesn't love me any more.
She doesn't love me when I come home.
She doesn't love me sitting here upon the sofa, together.
She doesn't love me staring out at rainy weather when I close the bedroom door
because she's gone...
She doesn't love me any more.
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