Besedila: Proclaimers. What Makes You Cry?.

Now I've got a question baby
What makes you cry?
'Cause I haven't seen any water
In the corners of your eyes

For a day, or a week
Or a month, or a year
Haven't seen much of you
Since you left me my dear

Can't you see that I'm hurting
How I'm falling apart
Don't you care about my drinking
Or my poor lonely heart?

I thought you liked football
You didn't mind those videos
And my dog didn't mean
To ruin your clothes, he can't help it

Now you won't take my phone calls
You sent my letters back
You're paying for a lawyer
To stab me in the back

Then I saw you on the street
You looked happy, that's a fact
I'm impressed
It's a hell of an act

Angel, admit it, admit it
Darlin', admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die it's just sleepin'
And it wakes every night to your weepin', hey

Yeah
Oh
Hey

Baby, now I hope that you can hear me
Wherever you are
In a cheap hotel room
Or the back seat of a car

I make up those situations
I don't know if they're true
But I'll tell you
For now, they'll do

Angel, admit it, admit it
Darlin', admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die, it's just sleepin'
And it wakes every night to your weeping'

Now I've got a question baby
What makes you cry?