Besedila: Grease. It's Raining On Prom Night.

I was deprived of a young girl's dream
By the cruel force of nature from the blue
Instead of a night full of romance supreme
All I got was a running nose and Aegeatic flu

It's raining on prom night
My hair is a mess
It's running all over
My taffeta dress

It's wilting the quilting
On my maiden form
And mascara flows right down my nose
Because of the storm

I don't even have
My corsage, oh gee
It fell down a sewer
With my sister's I.D.

{Yes it's raining on prom night
Oh my darling what can I do? I miss you
It's raining rain from the skies
And it's raining real tears from my eyes over you
Oh dear God make him feel the same way I do right now
Make him want to see me again }

Oh what can I do
It's raining rain from the skies
It's raining tears from my eyes over you
Raining ooh tears from my eyes over you
Raining, ooh raining on prom night
Ooh raining, ooh tears from my eyes over you
Ooh raining