Text: Buffalo Springfield. Other. Leave.

Nobody knows, nobody sees
That what you can do
We your displeased
which is most of the time
Not me
Yeah hear, my plea, Leave
Go away, to stay
Get out of my life
You've been my wife
I'll be to chose
To be
Yeah hear, my plea, Leave

You will be sorry
When you'll wake up tomorrow
And you leave a lover
Won't leave a love
You won't accept the fact
That I'm not ready for the death above
Forever love
By the look, on your face
Is that you're make it
To another place
I'll see you around
My sweet
Won't you please hear, my plea, Leave