written by Julia Fordham The news just filtered through There's a new girl hanging out with you I'd kill the messenger But she's my friend and I love her And I know she tells me this for my own good 'Cause she knows I've not moved on like a wise girl should Now she's lying in my place With the right to kiss my favourite face Now she's curled up in my chair Your fingers in her hair It's more than I can bear I do the best I can To go along with God's good plan He thinks it's obvious There's no hope for the two of us So I know he's doing this for my own good 'Cause she knows I've not moved on like a wise girl should Now she's lying in my place With the right to kiss my favourite face Now she's curled up in my chair Your fingers in her hair It's more than I can bear Some may say life is for living But this takes some forgiving And I will try to Now she's lying in my place With the right to kiss my favourite face Now she's curled up in my chair Your fingers in her hair It's more than I can bear It's more than I can bear