Dear Jane by Zoli Althea Browne Lyrics

Dear Jane

"Ain’t nothing funny about the way you left me honey
You poured my heart on the ground
They found me singing lullabies to the street lamps
And I’m the newest fool in town

I heard you lying to a lady on a Sunday
You told my former best friend
That you’d be coming home to me on a Monday
Well, you lose a day or two in the end

Oh, I let you talk about the things that you do
The places you’ve been, all the women that you knew I let you ramble ‘cause I know it’s not true
It’s so much fun just making fun of you

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A short deployment never filled me with enjoyment
I knew you’d take your sweet time
Now I’m in country heaving up o’dark thirty
And somehow I don’t think it’s the wine!
Oh, I let you talk about the things that you do
The places you’ve been, all the women that you knew I let you ramble ‘cause I know it’s not true
It’s so much fun just making fun of you

‘Cause ain’t nothin funny about the way you left me honey
You poured my heart on the ground
They found me singing lullabies to the street lamps
Now I’m the newest fool in town"

"Well, I’m the newest fool in town."