Part of you
Will be
And Part of you
Always will
Be left with
A lost sense
Of feeling unwell
I took your favorite handkerchief
And threw it down in the mud
I took my hands a ball of fists
And slammed them down with a thud
Part of you
Is lost
Out of tune
If only you could
If only you would
We could
I took your favorite handkerchief
And threw it down in the mud
I took my hands a ball of fists
And slammed them down with a thud
Part of you
Will be
Part of you
Will be
Part of you
Will be
Part of you
Will be
Part of you
Will be