vs.1 You called me up the other day
And asked if you could get your stuff back.
I tell you I don't want it, so
Come get all of your trash.
When you showed up at my front door,
I tried hard not to care.
It didn't help that you looked better than before,
And it's not the least bit fair, that
You're stealin' my heart out of me,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem