Now it was clear. She was leaving. The torrid Sinatra-Gardner romance was over. It was like the lyrics of a song he recorded soon after: ‘I could have told you she’d hurt you/She’d love you a while, then desert you.’ <br />He sang it with all the pain and sadness of one who knew <br />Lyrics To Song Below <br /> <br />I could have told you, she'd hurt you, she'd love you a while, then desert you <br />If only you asked, I could have told you so <br />I could have saved you some crying, yes I could have told you she's lying <br />But you were in love and didn't want to know <br />I hear her now as I toss and turn and try to sleep <br />I hear her now, making promises she'll never keep <br />And soon it's over and done with, she'll find someone new to have fun with <br />Through all of my tears, I could have told you so <br />I hear her now, as I toss and turn and try to sleep <br />I hear her now making promises she'll never keep <br />And soon it's over, and done with, she'll find someone new to have fun with <br />Through all of my tears, I could have told you so
