| I left a note on the mirror, took the keys to the brand new car | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| It couldn’t be any clearer, it already went too far | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine | 
| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine | 
| You whispered words in the darkness, turned everything upside down | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| You lied all about, I figured it out, and then you went and left it on your | 
| phone | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine | 
| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine | 
| I left a note on the mirror, took the keys to the brand new car | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| You whispered words in the darkness, turned everything upside down | 
| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong | 
| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine | 
| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me | 
| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine |