She didn't pack a thing
She left her diamond ring on the soapdish by the sink
Now something tells me that it might be later than I think
Looks as if I'm gonna hafta face the cold hard facts
Like the King of Rock and Roll
She's never comin' back
She's never comin' back
She's already spent
Like last week's pay
Like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone
Like a sad sad song
On a record made of wax
She's never comin' back (She's gone)
I might have changed her mind, if I'd a had the time
But it wasn't meant to be
Now the love we made is just another page in history
I might as well admit it
Why it's as plain as white and black
Like the drive-in picture show
She's never coming back
She's never comin' back
She's already spent
Like last week's pay
Like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone
Like a sad sad song
On a record made of wax
She's never comin' back
Just like a record made of wax
She's never comin' back