Margaret Whiting

You Turned The Tables On Me


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You turned the tables on me
And now I'm falling for you;
You turned the tables on me
I can't believe that it's true
I always thought when you brought
The lovely present you bought
Why hadn't you brought me more,
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 out on my own.
But after thinking it over and over,
I got what was coming to me
Just like the sting of a bee
You turned the tables on me

I'm burned, I learned
You turned the tables on me
I ripped, I'm whipped
You flipped the tables on me

I always thought when you brought
The lovely present you bought
Why hadn't you brought me more,
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
Now I'm out on my own.
And after thinking it over and over,
I got what was coming to me
I told that old bumblebee
He's buzzing up the wrong tree
My honey, come C.O.D.
You turned the tables on me