Cry to Me (From "Dirty Dancing") - The Hollywood LA Soundtrack Orchestra, Howard Shore

Well, when your baby leaves you all alone

And nobody calls you on the phone

Don’t you feel like cryin'?

Don’t you feel like cryin', like cryin', like cryin'?

Well, come on, baby, cry to me

When you’re all alone in your lonely room

And there’s nothin' but the smell of her perfume

Don’t you feel like cryin'?

Don’t you feel like cryin', like cryin', like cryin'?

Well, come on, baby, cry to me

Nothin' can be sadder than one glass of wine alone

Loneliness, loneliness is such a waste of time, and I know

You don’t ever, you don’t ever have to walk alone

Can’t you see?

Come on, take my hand, walk with me

When you wait for a voice to come

In the night but there is no one

Don’t you feel like cryin'?

Don’t you feel like cryin', like cryin', like cryin'?

Well, come on, baby, cry to me

Then come on, baby, cry to me

Then come on, baby, cry to me