Diane Songtext
von Cliona Hagan
Diane Songtext
Diane
I promise I didn′t know he was your man
I would've noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I′d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
You chose the time and the place
Don't know how much this hurts
I give you my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first
Lying right here in my bed
While he was lying with you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?
And all those nights that he's given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
Diane
I promise I didn′t know he was your man
I would′ve noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
You can blame me if it helps
That′s what a good wife would do
But you're only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth
And all those nights that he′s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
Diane
I promise I didn't know he was your man
I would′ve noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
Oh, Diane, Diane
Oh, Diane
Oh, I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
And all those nights that he′s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
I promise I didn′t know he was your man
I would've noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I′d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
You chose the time and the place
Don't know how much this hurts
I give you my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first
Lying right here in my bed
While he was lying with you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?
And all those nights that he's given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
Diane
I promise I didn′t know he was your man
I would′ve noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
You can blame me if it helps
That′s what a good wife would do
But you're only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth
And all those nights that he′s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
Diane
I promise I didn't know he was your man
I would′ve noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
Oh, Diane, Diane
Oh, Diane
Oh, I'd rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
And all those nights that he′s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
Writer(s): Camaron Marvel Ochs, Jeffrey Nath Bhasker, Tyler Sam Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

