I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry over me. Every road has its turning, that's one thing I'm learning. I cried for you, what a fool I used to be, Now I find your eyes just a little bit bluer, And I find your heart just a little bit truer.
I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry over me. Every road has its turning, that's one thing I'm learning. I cried for you, what a fool I used to be, Now I find your eyes just a little bit bluer, And I find your heart just a little bit truer.