When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube 
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won't step out of line

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and be [bad word] Don't think we're okay 
Just because I'm here 
You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving, but you don't love me
I've been confused, 
Out of my mind lately
You think you're loving, but I want to be free
Baby, you've hurt me

When I get to Warwick Avenue 
We'll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more 
I showed you the answers; now here's the door

When I get to Warwick Avenue 
I'll tell you, baby, that we're through

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, 
Out of my mind lately
You think you're loving, but you don't love me
I want to be free; baby, you've hurt me.

All the days spent together 
I wished for better, 
But I didn't want the train [bad word] 
Now it's departed - I'm broken hearted, 
Seems like we never started
All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn't want the train [bad word] 
You think you're loving, but you don't love me 
I want to be free.
Baby, you hurt me, you don't love me,
I want to be free; baby, you've hurt me.