Don't tell her that I drink tea and not coffee
I'd prefer if you didn't talk at all about me
Even in a brief casual chat
Don't tell her how I loved your smile, or things like that

Don't tell her how I was your best friend
Don't tell her how it could never work out in the end
Don't tell her how you learned a lesson from me
And that's why you have to take things slow and easy

If you can forgive me for my faults
Then maybe it can work out after all
I can't stand anybody knowing me the way you do
And I can't stand the thought of her knowing you

Don't tell her about that camping trip we took
Don't tell her how I bite my lip and never finish a book
Don't tell her how I like to sleep in late
Or that I believe in romance and fate

Well, what if we meet on some cross-town street?
And you'll introduce us and we'll finally meet
And I'll be alone when you're walking away
And I'll be wondering what she's going to say
Well, I know we'll never be the way we were
But don't tell her