Whitney Houston - Dear John Letter
I'm Sitting Here
In My Own Head
Thinking How
You Can Be Staring In
Got My Number 2
And I'm Writing You
Contemplating On
The Way We Were With Each Of You
On The Fire Place
With The Mailman
Should I Tellya
Or Should I Hold It In
If My Heart Wasn't In It
Baby, You Can Just Forget It
I'd Be Gone In A New York Minute
You Never Give Me Attention
I Know You Don't Have Bad Attentions For Us
So I'm Writing You
But, I Always Fail To Mention
Cause You Know I Really Don't Like To Fuss
So I'm Gonna Hold It In
I'm Writing You A Dear John Letter
I Tried To Try To Stay
But It Never Got Better
I Couldn't Tell You Face To Face
But I, I Have To Let You Know
Sometimes I Want To Hit The Door
I'm Writing You Dear John
Sometimes I Think
That I've Had Enough
My Hand's Freezing
And I Can't Write Fast Enough
I Wanna Get Away
But I Can't Obey
When My Heart Speaks
You Know I'm Listening
Somedays, I'm Ready To Jet And
Somedays, I Wouldn't Forget And
Somedays, I'm Still In Love With You
Somedays, I'm Sad And Blue
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