Things You Do To Me

Well you never took my heart,
 When I tried hard to give it to you.
 And I know you can't be true,
 'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.)
 Now I'm lookin' straight at you,
 An' see you with another man.
 So I take the shot of whiskey,
 So I don't have no regrets.
 Well, I've fallen drunk again:
 I guess she must have got to me.
 I don't need little little woman,
 Getting upper hand on me.
 Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke,
 An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose.
 But I still here an' think about,
 The things we used to do.
 -Instrumental Break-
 Walkin' through the crowwded streets,
 I don't see no-one carin' for me.
 That's all right, I don't need anyone,
 Except myself, you see.
 'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter,
 An' I'm not like I used to be.
 But I still sit here an' think about,
 The things you did to me.
 Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,
 The things you did to me.