Gonna Cry 'Til My Tears Run Dry - Irma Thomas

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 gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna 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 gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Ys, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

'Til my tars 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 gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

Oh, yes, I’m gonna cry (Yes, I’m gonna cry)

'Til my tears run dry

Yes, I’m, yes, I’m gonna cry

Guess I’m, guess I’m gonna cry

Yes, I’m, yes, I’m gonna cry

I guess I’m, guess I’m gonna cry

Yes, I’m, yes, I’m gonna cry

I guess I’m, guess I’m gonna cry