How can you come to me each night,
With all his kisses warm upon your lips?
It ain't right.
In spite of all we've been, he got to you:
I know you let him in.
I see his love all over you.

Each time you touch me, I can feel,
The love you show for me so willingly,
Just isn't real.
When will you realize,
That even though I've learned to close my eyes,
I see his love all over you.

A woman really loves a man,
When every little thing she'll say and do,
Is part of him.
You haven't said: "We're through,"
But when I look at you, I know it's true.
I see his love all over you.