Please Don't Cry - Cousteau

You bight your lip and kinda frown

You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy

I see it coming cross your brow

See the rain come raging down before me Please don’t cry

Please don’t you

cry

I look around to catch your eye,

Fool around so gormless its not funny

Wipe away the storms, my child

If I could, I would, I should I’m sorry

Please don’t cry

Please don’t you