Funny (Not Much) - Etta Jones

Funny how I’ve stopped loving you

I can pass you on the street

And my heart don’t skip a beat, not much

So much my eyes want to cry

Funny how I’ve stopped loving you

I can listen to your name

And it doesn’t start a flame, not much

So much my heart wants to die

Now that you are standing here

Darling, I don’t shed a tear, this is just the rain in my eyes

And if I have proved to you

Everything I say is true, please let me believe my own lies

Funny how I’ve stopped loving you

And it’s funny I don’t miss

All the heaven in your kiss, your touch

No, I don’t love you, not much

And if I have proved to you

Everything I say is true, please let me believe my own lies

Funny how I’ve stopped loving you

And it’s funny I don’t miss

All the heaven in your kiss, your touch

No, I don’t love you, not much

Not much