I saw her walking down the
street with the night down at her feet,
Walking just to get the day
done.
Nothing good to say, she's
got no nothing good to do,
Praying for a little help
to come.
Don't talk, don't talk to
me about your crying in the rain;
Inside that girl is dying
again.
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can;
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can.
The times get so tough, she
could never get enough
Of the little things that
make a woman smile.
Another lovely day just goes
sliding away,
Tonight she's moving out in
style.
Don't talk, dont talk to me
about crying in the rain,
Inside that girl is dying
again.
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can;
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can.
But I knew this kind of man,
she gave everything she can,
Everything a little girl could
lose.
If she tried one more night,
maybe things would work out right,
Love's the kind of thing she'd
never choose.
Don't talk, dont talk to me
about your crying in the rain,
Inside that girl love is dying
again.
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can;
Deny this love if you can,
Deny this love if you can.
Marco Giunco |
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