[Verse 1:]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
I can still smell your scent
So fresh in my head
Still feel you kiss me goodbye
I washed clothes today.
Found some of your garments
Guess you forgot them when you left
Took out the trash as you would
And dined by myself
Guess I better get used to this
[Hook:]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
No use crying bout it,
I'll have to do without it
And no I won't sit by the phone
[Bridge:]
Oooo it's not like you did me right
I was just comfortable and used to you
Now I see, I must first love me
And maybe Mr. Right will come strolling along
[Hook]
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Vivian Green - No Sittin By The Phone Lyrics
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[Verse 1:]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
I can still smell your scent
So fresh in my head
Still feel you kiss me goodbye
I washed clothes today.
Found some of your garments
Guess you forgot them when you left
Took out the trash as you would
And dined by myself
Guess I better get used to this
[Hook:]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
No use crying bout it,
I'll have to do without it
And no I won't sit by the phone
[Bridge:]
Oooo it's not like you did me right
I was just comfortable and used to you
Now I see, I must first love me
And maybe Mr. Right will come strolling along
[Hook]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
I can still smell your scent
So fresh in my head
Still feel you kiss me goodbye
I washed clothes today.
Found some of your garments
Guess you forgot them when you left
Took out the trash as you would
And dined by myself
Guess I better get used to this
[Hook:]
We used to sit over there
That was your favorite chair
But now I sit here alone
No use crying bout it,
I'll have to do without it
And no I won't sit by the phone
[Bridge:]
Oooo it's not like you did me right
I was just comfortable and used to you
Now I see, I must first love me
And maybe Mr. Right will come strolling along
[Hook]
Writer: BOWENS, GREEN, TRIBBETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC