I may not be your angel anymore.
But I didn't get dressed up to get let down,
And you said you were waiting for your new girl on the telephone.
But I tell you for free, she ain't a patch on me
You better, you better, you better
You better go
And think about the things that you do
You better, you better, you better
You better know
That you can't treat a girl like you do
I may not be your first class lover don't treat me like a fool
I may not be your problem anymore
But did you not realise you were cruel
To have me wait at the door like a fool
I'd rather you'd have lied
So I could keep my pride and hold my head up high
In this old world.
I may not be your angel anymore.
But the fingers on the clock on the wall ain't moving,
So how am I supposed to move on
When the fingers on the clock on the wall ain't moving,
On.
You better go now.
You better go now.
You better go now.
You better go now.
You better go.