Here it is again, Friday night, everyone is
Laughing, carrying on, going out, having a ball
But I stay at home, waiting by a phone that never rings
Surrounded by memories and all your things
Yes I′m going to cry, oh yes I'm going to cry
Yes I′m going to cry, oh yes I'm going to cry
'Til my tears run dry
I know that you′re out having fun cheating on me
Telling pretty lies, making her promises now
You don′t think of me
You don't care about what′s happening here
Every time you kiss her I cry a tear
Yes I'm going to cry, oh yes I′m going to cry
Yes I'm going to cry, oh yes I′m going to cry
'Til my tears run dry
You don't think of me
You don′t care about what′s happening here
Every time you kiss her I cry a tear
Yes I'm going to cry, oh yes I′m going to cry
Yes I'm going to cry, oh yes I′m going to cry
'Til my tears run dry
Yes I, yes I′m going to cry
Oh I guess I, guess I'm going to cry
Yes I, yes I'm going to cry
Oh I guess I, guess I′m going to cry
Yes I, yes I′m going to cry
Oh I guess I, guess I'm going to cry
Writer(s): Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman, Scott Fagan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
