Your  

baby doesn’t  

love you an

ymore.

Golden days before they end..whisper secrets to the

wind,

your  

baby won’t be  

near you an

ymore.

Tender nights before they fly..send falling stars

that seem to  

cry,

your  

baby

doesn’

t want you a

nymore, 

it’

s 

over.

It breaks your

heart in two

..to know she

‘s 

been

but  

oh, 

what

will you do, whe

n she says to you,

there’s  

someone

new, 

we’re

through, 

we’r

e 

thro

..ugh.

It’s  

over..It’s 

 

over….

.It’s

over!

All the rainbows in the sky, start to weep and say goo

dbye.

You  

won’t be seeing  

rainbows 

an

ymore.

Setting suns before they fall, beckon to you, that’s all,

that’s  

all,

but  

you’ll 

see

lonel

y sunsets afte

r 

all.

It’s  

over..It’s over..It’s over..It’s o..

.ver!