I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
Ho.............................
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x3)

Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right
I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs
You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done