Bring her flowers on a weekday Run a bath just to let her know Just to let her know she means the world to me Make her dinner when she's home late Pull her close when she's getting cold Just to let her know she means the world to me
Tell me, how did I ever get so lucky That she wasn't with somebody? So I could have her for my own, my own, my own Thinking, how could anyone pass the feeling Of the sound of her footsteps leaving? Walking all alone, alone, alone
Now she's beside me, can't stop thinking Why did you ever think to let go? Not complaining, I'm just saying Your loss is mine to hold So to the man who let her go I'm thanking you the most, you the most
I would never wanna hurt her I would never wanna make her cry Now I got the chance to make it right She would never have to ask for For me to make the time The time to spend with her, and only her
So won't you tell me, how did I ever get so lucky That she wasn't with somebody? So I could have her for my own, my own, my own Thinking, how could anyone pass the feeling Of the sound of her footsteps leaving? Walking all alone, alone, alone
Now she's beside me, can't stop thinking Why did you ever think to let go? Not complaining, I'm just saying Your loss is mine to hold So to the man who let her go I'm thanking you the most, you the most
You the most, you the most, you the most You the most, you the most, you the most
To the man who let her go I want you to know I'm thanking you the most, you the most
Compositores: Philip Cook, Tyler Ip (Tyler Shaw), Alexander Vujic ECAD: Obra #20994088