I should have seen the sign way back then, when she told me that you were her best friend. She started dressing like me and talking like me, It freaked me out. She started calling you up in the middle of the night, What's that about? I just want to be there when you discover, when you wake up next to your new lover. She might cook you breakfast and love you in the shower, the flavor of the moment, 'cause she don't have what's ours. She's not me, she doesn't have my name, she'll never have what I have. It won't be the same. I should have seen the sign when you were here, under a different light, it's all so clear. She started dyeing her hair and, wearing the same perfume as me. She started reading my books and stealing my looks and lingerie. She's not me, she doesn't have my name, she'll never have what I have. It won't be the same