The Picture Became Quite Clear
I was sitting
Home alone
Waiting to hear the ring of the telephone
And when I realized
I was waiting, waiting in vine
My heart began to suffer a great pain
The picture became quite clear
Don't you know my baby
That you no longer love me or want me near
The picture became quite clear
My baby my baby my baby
When I tried to hold your hand
That's the very time you pull your hand away
And I tried, I tried
Tell you something sweet
My baby my baby my baby
That you no longer love me or want me near
I would have become a slave for you
What if you feel
If you feel that you must go with me
When I met you
That's you lips just brushed my cheeks
You don't call or come by
My baby my baby my baby
You no longer love me or want me near