You sit there and call me a liar and a cheat    I just wish you’d pin a rose on me    Now you won’t even come out and take a bow    Crying won’t help you now       Crying won't help you now       So now your poets have all put down their pens    The only songs to sing are those sung again    Lonely just doesn’t look good on you somehow    Crying won’t help you now       Crying won't help you now       Now I just keep on staring    Into the black eyes of truth    We’ll have to learn to live on somehow    Crying won’t help you now       Crying won't help you now    Crying won't help you now    Crying won't help you    Help you now