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 for 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   Darlin' - admit it, admit it   Your love for me didn't die   It's just sleepin'   And it wakes every night    To your weepin'      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   Darlin' - admit it, admit it   Your love for me didn't die   It's just sleepin'   And it wakes every night   To your weeping'      Now I've got a question bady   What makes you cry?