DONNA:

They passed me by

All of those great romances

Because of your

Robbing me

Of my rightful chances

My picture clear

Everything seemed so easy

But the you dealt me the blow

One of us had to go

How you hurt me

I want you to know



One of us is crying

One of us is lying

In her lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely

One of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself

Feeling stupid

Feeling small

Wishing you had

Never left at all

Never left at all



SAM:

Donna. What's the rush?



DONNA:

The wedding.



SAM:

Oh yeah, about this wedding, why

didn't you tell me it was Sophie

getting married.



DONNA:

That is absolutely none of your

business.



SAM:

And what's this Sky guy like? Is he

good enough for her?



DONNA:

And that is none of your business

either.



SAM:

Alright, be a bloody martyr, listen,

I've got kids, I know it's hard for

you doing it on your own.



DONNA:

Don't bloody patronise me. I love

doing it on my own - every morning.

I wake up and thank Christ I

haven't got some middle-aged,

menopausal man to bother me - I'm

free, I'm single and it's great!