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I used to be the apple of your eye
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I had yo with me every day,
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But now whenever you are passing by
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You're always looking the other way
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It's little things like this
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That prompt me to say:
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You turned the tables on me
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And now I'm falling for you;
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You turned the tables on me
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I can't believe that it's true
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I always thought when you brought
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The lovely present you bought
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Why hadn't you brought me more,
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But now if you'd come
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I'd welcome anything
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From the five and ten cent store,
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You used to call me the top
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You put me up on a throne
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You let me fall with a drop
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And now I'm out on my own.
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But after thinking it over and over,
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I got what was coming to me
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Just like the sting of a bee
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You turned the tables on me.
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You Turned The Tables On Me
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Benny Goodman |