Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
the one you held is no longer your toy
She's got her new boots
and her make up on
You can call her your friend
but never 'lover' again
She's made it clear as air that this affair
is at an end
So what are you doing holding on ?
Can't you see
she's rare, precious and she's gone
She's rare, precious and she's gone
She was soft in your hands, now she's shattered your plans
I'm sympathetic but you've got to understand
You tried to squeeze her
into someplace she just don't belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
as long as there were stars in the night sky
she'd be near
