Divorce At High Noon

I’m sorry, my dear.

I know it may hurt, my dear.

Oh, but I must, my dear

Divorce this dead love, my dear.

I feel quite cold

Now that I know

All your features, all your charms

Just as if they were my own.

I feel quite bored

Now that we’ve shared

Every secret, every thought,

Every fear and every fault.

I’m divorcing my dear

Only for you, my dear

So you can become my dear

Just like my old dear, dear.

I feel quite cold

Now that I know

All your features, all your charms

Just as if they were my own.

I feel quite bored

Now that we’ve shared

Every secret, every thought,

Every fear and every fault.