I told you once or twice,
You'd have to pay the price.
It's been going on too long,

I had a feeling something's wrong.

I miss the pleasure of your company... (x4)


You never laughed the way you did,
and you're insulting me instead.

Now I hardly know your face.
I'm avoiding you in case:


I can never show much sympathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I'm running dry on my empathy.

I miss the pleasure of your company.

(Instrumental)


I tried to wipe you from my memory.
I miss the pleasure of your company.

You're my incureable malody.
I miss the pleasure of your company.


You were growing in style.
You just lost that childish smile.
And if I had to make a guess,

You left an awful bloody mess.

I miss the pleasure of your company,

I miss the pleasure of your company.
I can never show much symoathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.

I'm running dry on my empathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I tried to wipe you from my memory.

I miss the pleasure of your company.
Your my incureable malody.
I miss the pleasure of your company.