You
For each piece of smile I haven't offered you
And every glance of mine I've depriv'd you of
And the words of love I haven't spoken to you
And every dream of yours I've deni'd thus.
Rude - I haven't been to you, but myself
'Cause each of those things
And every ounce of me therewith
Was ever meant for you
And you... And you...
And every glance of mine I've depriv'd you of
And the words of love I haven't spoken to you
And every dream of yours I've deni'd thus.
Rude - I haven't been to you, but myself
'Cause each of those things
And every ounce of me therewith
Was ever meant for you
And you... And you...