Cousteau
Please Don't Cry
You bight your lip and kinda frown
You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy I see it coming cross your brow See the rain come raging down before me Please don't cry
Please don't you cry I look around to catch your eye, Fool around so gormless its not funny Wipe away the storms, my child If I could, I would,I should I'm sorry Please don't cry Please don't you cry
From Letras Mania