Now I've got a question, baby
What makes you cry?
'Cos I haven't seen any water
In the corners of your eyes
For a day or a week
Or a month or a year
Haven't seen much of you
Since you left me, my dear

Can't you see that I'm hurting
How I'm falling apart
Don't you care about my drinking
Or my poor lonely heart
I thought you liked football
You didn't mind those videos
And my dog didn't mean
To ruin your clothes (he can't help it)

Now you won't take my phone calls
You sent my letters back
You're paying a lawyer
To stab me in the back
Then I saw you on the street
You looked happy, that's a fact
I'm impressed, it's a hell of an act

Angel, admit it, admit it
Darling, admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die
It's just sleeping
And it wakes every night
To your weeping

Now I hope you can hear me
Wherever you are
In a cheap hotel room
Or the back seat of a car
I make up those situations
I don't know if they're true
But I'll tell you, for now, they'll do

Angel, admit it, admit it
Darling, admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die
It's just sleeping
And it wakes every night
To your weeping

Now I've got a question, baby
What makes you cry?