It must have been someone else I saw last night
Kissing another man, and holding him in arms so tight
And though I was badly shaken, I must have been mistaken
'Cause you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me.
There must be some problem with the telephone
Every time I answer, all I hear's a dial tone
And sometimes it sounds to me like a man hanging up quietly
But you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me.
We never had secrets, and we never will
There's nothing between us the passage of time couldn't heal
But still I am plagued by this feeling that something is wrong
That something is happening I should have known all along
It must be the season for April Fool's
I haven't laughed so hard since we were kids in grammar school
And when I read your goodbye note, I knew it must be some kind of joke
'Cause you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me.
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