C
too little much to late.
E                    H                     C                        D
Fallin' again, the hours much to soon to contemplate.
C                                  D
And I'm feelin' fine this afternoon,
                                  C    D    C           D
but the morning you just woke me slowly.

E                               H                                       C
You're the one who leave your parfum in my bed.
                                                          D
A thousand phonecalls ringin' in my head, I knew it.
E                                       H
And you're the one who leave.
                                        C                                       D
I'm glad I never read "Dear John, it's over".

Call me again and promise much,
too little much to late.
Fallin' again, the hours much to soon to come contemplate.
And I'm feelin' fine this afternoon,
but the morning you just woke me slowly.

And you're the one who leave your parfum in my bed.
A thousand phonecalls ringin' in my head, I knew it then.
And you're the one who leave.
I'm glad I never read "Dear John, it's over".

And I'm feelin' fine this afternoon.
I've washed my hair, I've washed my hands of you.
I never want to see you,
but I do and then you showed me slowly.

And you're the one who leave the parfum in my bed.
A thousand doorbells buzzin' in my head, I knew it then.
And you're the one who leave.
I'm glad I never read "Dear John, it's over".

You're the one who leave the parfum in my bed.
A thousand phonecalls ringin' in my head, I knew it then.
And you're the one who leave.
I'm glad I never read "Dear John, it's over".