Now I've got a question baby

What makes you cry?

'Cos 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'



Now I hope 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 bady

What makes you cry?