I Don’t Really Love You Anymore
True, I’d give my right arm
to keep you safe from harm.
And, true, for you I’d move to Ecuador.
And I’d keep a little farm,
chop wood to keep you warm,
but I don’t really love you anymore.
I don’t have to love you now if I don’t wish to.
I won’t see you anyhow if that’s an issue.
Because I am a gentleman,
think of me as just your fan,
who remembers every dress you ever wore.
Just the bad comedian
your new boyfriend’s better than,
cause I don’t really love you anymore.
There’ll be some day when your eyes do not enthrall me.
I’ll be numb, I realize you’ll never call me.
Cause I’ve read your horoscope,
and now I’ve given up all hope,
so I don’t really love you anymore.
