You praised my pale complexion
In goods and smoky bars
We tangled hair and fingers
We gave Westwood Boudoir
But I should have seen it coming
Your hunger to be free
And now you pass me on the street
Well, what is there to see?

Forgive me, I don't look my best
You had the best of me
You had the best of me

From travel lodge to château
We took our antique thrills
We dressed in fogyish finery
And fed each other's ills
But the wind was slowly shifting
Feel it coming through the trees
And where the blossoms fell away
Well, what was there to see?

Forgive me, I don't look my best
You had the best of me
You had the best of me

But there'll be a day when I'll wait
I'll wipe the ashes from my pride
And you'll be lost, and you'll be lonely
And I'll be flying high
And when you recognize me
When you see it's me
You'll bow your head in sorrow
And say: What a sight to see

Forgive me, I don't look my best
You had the best of me
You had the best of me