Count The Hours

Sit down and count the hours
That you have spent along
Thinking of birds and flowers
And leaving me in the cold
But girl, the time has come
And I can see clearly now
The way you're treating me is wrong

Sit down and count the hours
That you have wasted each day
Thinking of other problems
And leaving ours unsolved
But girl the time has come
And I can see clearly now
The way you're treating me is wrong

Sit down and count the hours
That you have spent along
Thinking of birds and flowers
And leaving me in te cold
But girl the time has come
And I can see clearly now
The way you're treating me is wrong
Oh, it's wrong!