| I used to be the apple of your eye
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| I had you with me every day,
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| But now whenever you are passing by
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| You’re always looking the other way
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| It’s little things like this
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| That prompt me to say:
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| You turned the tables on me
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| And now I’m falling for you
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| You turned the tables on me
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| I can’t believe that it’s true
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| I always thought when you brought
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| The lovely presents you bought
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| Why hadn’t you brought me more,
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| But now if you’d come
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| I’d welcome anything from
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| The five and ten cent store,
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| You used to call me the top
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| You put me up on a throne
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| You let me fall with a drop
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| And now I’m out on my own.
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| But after thinking it over and over,
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| I got what was coming to me
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| Just like the sting of a bee
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| You turned the tables on me. |