Текст песни Jim - Aretha Franklin

Jim, doesn't ever bring me pretty flowers
Jim, never tries to cheer my lonely hours
I don't know why I'm so crazy for Jim
Jim never tells me I'm his hearts' desire
I never seem to set his love afire
Gone are the years that I've wasted on him

Sometimes when I get to feeling low
And I say, "Let's call it quits"
Then I hang on and let him go
Breaking my heart in bits
Someday, someday I know that Jim will up and leave
But if he does, you can believe me
I'll go on carrying the torch for Jim