You Wouldn’t Do That to Me

It must have been someone else I saw last night
Kissing another man and holding him in arms so tight
And though I was badly shaken
I must have been mistaken
'Cause you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me

There must be some problem with the telephone
Every time I answer, all I hear is a dial tone
And sometimes it sounds to me
Like a man hanging up quietly
But you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me

We never had secrets and we never will
There's nothing between us the passage of time couldn't heal
But still I am plagued by this feeling that something is wrong
That something is happening I should have known all along

It must be the season for April Fools
I haven't laughed so hard since we were kids in grammar school
And when I read your goodbye note
I knew it had to be some kind of joke
'Cause you wouldn't do that to me, would you, dear?
You wouldn't do that to me