The look upon her face

She was still a girl at 21
But she had her mind made up
That she could never fall the way she fell for me
She used to be my lover
But now she's just an old friend,
A bittersweet self-concluding end.

The look upon her face
When I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
The look upon her face,
When I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh

The look upon her face

She still calls me up despite the fact
She said that she's moved on,
She's seeing other guys, just to piss me off
I know, she knows, the way to make me sweat,
But openly I'll say:
That I could care less.

The look upon her face
When I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh
The look upon her face,
When I told her I was leaving in the morning,
It still haunts me, in my dreams
Whoa-oh-oh

Ohhh
The look upon her face,
The look upon her face,
The look upon her face

Ohhh
The look upon her face,
The look upon her face,
The look upon her face,
The look upon her face
The look upon her face
The look upon her face
It still haunts me,
In my dreams