(R. Bateman, G. Horton, W. Stevenson, B. Holland)



They call me a playboy

As I'm making my rounds

Chasing the bright light

Of each night spot in town



Thought I never show it,

My heart's breaking in two

They call me a playboy

But I'm just lonesome for you



I once had a real love

That was when I had you

Now I'll never feel love

With somebody new



This false front I'm wearing

Is just to cover my blues

They call me a playboy

But I'm just lonesome for you