She Won't - Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood

Before the sun came up I tumbled from her bed

Trumbled in the dark, get myself dressed

And down the hallway the clock board’s cricking

Through the kitchen and up to backdoor

Out to drive away and down in the street

Where she won’t have to love me no more

No, she won’t

No, she won’t

Something very wrong, it’s never been this grey

I can’t believe you’re gone, the sun won’t shine today

I want to hate you, I want to hold you

Baby, please, come back to me

A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around

But she’ll be better off without me

No, she won’t (No, she won’t)

No, she won’t (No, she won’t)

I want to hate you, I want to hold you

Baby, please, come back to me

A hundred miles I thinking 'bout turning around

But she’ll be better off without me

Oh, no, she won’t (No, she won’t)

No, she won’t (No, she won’t)

No, she won’t (You know she won’t)

No, she won’t (No, she won’t)

No, she won’t (No, she won’t)