Whenever I hear good-byes
Reminds me, baby, of you
I break down and cry
The next time I'll be [bad word] 
Feels as if we lost romance
Reminds me, baby, of you
I took a crazy chance
The next time I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word] 
Footsteps on the dance floor
Remind me, baby, of you
Teardrops in my eyes
Next time I'll be [bad word]  yeah

Whispers in the back room
And cries on every tune, every tune

And the music don't feel like it did
When I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels
Like I felt it with you

When I'm messing round
Reminds me, baby, of you
I really let you down
The next time I'll be [bad word]  I'll be [bad word]