Never Gonna Give You Up

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Girl, you treat me bad
And I know why
I've seen you runnin' around
With another guy
And you think if you hurt me
That I'll go away
But, I've made up my mind that
I'm here to stay

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Baby, don't you understand
What you're doing to the man?

Do you see these tears
In my eyes?
Ain't no use in me lyin'
Cause I really cried
You think you're gonna take me
And put me on the shelf
I'd rather die
Than see you with somebody else

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Baby, don't you understand
What you're doing to the man?

My friends all say
That I'm your fool
And you're using me like
A carpenter uses a tool
I know their intentions
Are all very good
Some of them would help me
If they could

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Baby, don't you understand
What you're doing to the man?

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

Never gonna give you up
No matter how you treat me
Never gonna give you up
So don't you think of leavin'

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