Goodbye, Mr. Sweet

He called me doll and bobbed my chin,

he wore a grin like he was sin.

But sweet can turn to bitter neat —

goodbye, Mr. Sweet.

He swore he’d quit that roving game,

then kissed a girl who looked the same.

I smiled and stepped back on my feet —

goodbye, Mr. Sweet.

He thought I’d stay through every lie,

but sugar doesn’t bite.

Now let him sip defeat —

goodbye, Mr. Sweet.

He’s gone.

Goodbye, Mr. Sweet.