My Precious Thing (feat. Ladybird)
[instrumental:]
Saw a picture in the paper*
My baby, and her husband to be
Ceremony is on Sunday
Honeymoon in Waikiki
She was smiling like a float in a parade
Happiness written all over her face
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
I knew she wouldn't break down
After we broke up
But I thought she'd take a moment
To shed a tear or two for us
She don't seem to miss me at all
And it's driving me up the wall
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
Why can't she be
(Why can't she be)
As miserable as me
(Miserable as me)
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
Come to think of it
Spiteful as it sounds
I hope it all comes crashing down
Right on top of her and him
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
Saw a picture in the paper*
My baby, and her husband to be
Ceremony is on Sunday
Honeymoon in Waikiki
She was smiling like a float in a parade
Happiness written all over her face
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
I knew she wouldn't break down
After we broke up
But I thought she'd take a moment
To shed a tear or two for us
She don't seem to miss me at all
And it's driving me up the wall
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
Why can't she be
(Why can't she be)
As miserable as me
(Miserable as me)
I knew someday she'd move on
Man it didn't take her long
How'd it come to this?
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
Come to think of it
Spiteful as it sounds
I hope it all comes crashing down
Right on top of her and him
She's in Heaven, I'm in Hell
I'd love to wish her well
But I hate how happy she is
How happy she is
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Withers
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