One last slow blues
To close the show
I watched you dance with her
And, you know, it hurt me so

Why would you bring
A new love around, around so soon
Why would you have to rub
Salt in my wounds

I ain't bitter or want to judge
She won fair and square
And I hold no grudge

Why would you bring a new love around so soon
Why would you wanna rub
Salt in my wounds

Couldn't you wait till these healing hands of time
Squeeze the pain, the pain from my heart
Couldn't you wait till my bruised and bitter pride
Till it ain't, till it ain't torn apart

Take your price now, and just walk away
We can both live to love another day
Why would you bring a new love around so soon
Why would you wanna rub
Salt in my wounds
Why would you wanna rub
Salt in my wounds

Make me feel low down
Make me feel so bad
Why would you have to bring a new love
Around so soon
Why would you have to hurt me
Oh, made me feel so bad
Rubbing salt in my wounds
Yea yea yea yea

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Writer(s): ALAN MIRIKITANI, DENNIS WALKER