Sugar Free
Here I am
I'm confident and I've gone on with my life
Ever since that day you said goodbye
But it's evident to me that you're hurting inside
You sound alone
And more bitter as each minute goes by
And you never were that way when I was in your life
Have the sweeter things all been left behind
Oh baby without my love
You'll always be sugar free
And you'll miss me
Oh baby, I'm the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
My baby, yeah
I can't believe that you thought a substitute would set you free
But instead it locked you down without a key
And you're thinking about how it used to be
There is a lesson to be learned
You hurt me baby
Now the tables have turned
Oh baby without my love
You'll always be sugar free
Baby, baby sugar free
Oh baby, I'm the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
You miss me
Oh baby without my love
You'll always be sugar free
Sugar free, baby
Oh baby, I'm the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
Ever receive
I know you miss my loving
It's as plain as I can see
You can't deny it baby
Without my love you're sugar free
I know you miss my loving
It's as plain as I can see
You can't deny it baby
Without my love you're sugar free
Oh baby without my love
You'll always be sugar free
Sugar free, sugar free
Oh baby, I'm the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
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