You can't take me for granted lyrics

(He loves me)

(He loves me)

(He loves me not)

I reminisce

Of how we used to be

Me so close to you

You so close to me

We lost our love

And then we won it back

All of our yesteryears

Have always stayed intact

You are the great love of my life

Precious moments so tender and few

It is said that everybody has one

And oh my darling I'm so glad that it's you

You can't take me for granted

Though your picture's in my locket

I'm not in your back pocket

You can’t take me for granted

Tacky games just don't become ya

Do you really want to undone ya

You've got exquisite charms

Comes to you naturally

It works on all the rest

And sometimes it works on me

I miss you so much my love

Think of you every day

And all of our yesteryears

Ooh in the sweetest way

I sing of love to you

Sweet bitter love is so literally true

Darling I know that our love will endure

Kisses so sweet and your touch is so sure

You can't take me for granted

Though your picture's in my locket

I’m not in your back pocket

You can't take me for granted

Tacky games just don't become ya

Do you really want to undone ya

(And he loves me sometimes, sometimes he don’t)

(He won't, he don’t)

(And I love him sometimes though it can seem)

(The knight is) My knight is (a pipe dream)

A pipe dream

I sing of love to you

Sweet bitter love is so literally true

Darling I know this love will endure

Aw, your kisses are so sweet

Your touch is so sure

You can’t take me for granted

Though your picture's in my locket

I’m not in your back pocket

You can’t take me for granted, ooh, Mr. Good Stuff

Tacky games just don't become ya, they don't become ya

Do you really want to undone ya, I know you don't, no baby

You can’t take me for granted, I won't be another notch on your belt

Though your picture's in my locket, No I wont, no

I’m not in your back pocket

You can’t take me for granted, Can't take me for granted

Tacky games just don't become ya, they don't become ya

Do you really want to undone ya, Tacky, tacky, tacky