written by Julia Fordham



The news just filtered through

There's a new girl hanging out with you

I'd kill the messenger

But she's my friend and I love her

And I know she tells me this for my own good

'Cause she knows I've not moved on

like a wise girl should



Now she's lying in my place

With the right to kiss my favourite face

Now she's curled up in my chair

Your fingers in her hair

It's more than I can bear



I do the best I can

To go along with God's good plan

He thinks it's obvious

There's no hope for the two of us

So I know he's doing this for my own good

'Cause she knows I've not moved on

like a wise girl should



Now she's lying in my place

With the right to kiss my favourite face

Now she's curled up in my chair

Your fingers in her hair

It's more than I can bear



Some may say life is for living

But this takes some forgiving

And I will try to



Now she's lying in my place

With the right to kiss my favourite face

Now she's curled up in my chair

Your fingers in her hair

It's more than I can bear

It's more than I can bear