She fell in love with my singing
She knew the bells started ringing
She thought there was only her there
But, me, I just live for the clapping
A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere
When he fell in love, I was acting
I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me
But all I heard was their clapping
Now she cries with a cigarette at the window
He croons and moans like he’s hurting
She cries so well
He croons and moans, just croons and moans
Now, I had no idea she needed direction
And he was at the mercy of his writers
For those songs for me to touch her
Those sad, sad songs to make me happy
Now she cries with a cigarette at the window
He croons and moans like he’s hurting
She cries so well
He croons and moans, just croons and moans
Now she cries with a cigarette at the window
He croons and moans like he’s hurting
She cries so well
He croons and moans, just croons and moans
We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies
Hey, I never thought, but she uses a stand-in
His voice is croakier every day now
And she cries so well