I'll Be Done Loving You

I think I'll go to Italy When I get on my feet I'm gonna drink the same wine On that little cobbled street Why oh why you may ask Would I do this again But I'll be done loving you by then I never asked for anything I never gave you cause To believe that I was anything I'm not and never was In a year or two down the line I guess we could be friends Cos I'll be done loving you by then I'll be done loving all your funny little traits And the way you seem to always be getting your own way I'll be done falling apart if and when I'll be done loving you by then The rest of our belongings Can go where we don't see All the traces of existence that once said you and me And if my heart should start to break I'll teach it how to bend And I'll be done loving you by then I'll be done loving all your funny little traits And the way you seem to always be getting your own way I'll be done falling apart if and when I'll be done loving you by then