You Turned the Tables On Me

I   was the apple of your eye,

I   had you with me every day;

It’s little things like this that prompt me to say:

You turned the tables      on      me,

And    now     I’m f     alling for you;

You turned the tables      on m     e —

I    can’t        be – lieve that it’s true,

I al – ways thought when you brought

The lovely presents you bought

Why h     adn’t you brought me m    ore,

But now if you’d      come, I’d welcome anything from

The five and ten    cent store,

You used to call me the      top,

You put me up on a throne;

You let me fall with a drop,

And      now     I’m o     ut on my own.

But after thinking it over      and      over,

I got what was coming to me

Just like the sting of a bee,