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Say I’ll pick you up at a quarter to four
But you don’t play that way anymore
And I wish it was before
But you’re already out the door
I never wanted much in life
Still you always gave me strife
And you stabbed me with your knife
When I asked you to be my wife
And you have eyes
To make me cry.
Yeah, you have eyes
To make me cry.
When everyone called you a whore
And you thought you couldn’t stand no more
I was there like before
To catch you ‘fore you hit the floor
Sometimes I wonder what would be
If I could see you happy
But you don’t have time for me
And you don’t have eyes to see that...
You have eyes
To make me cry.
Yeah, you have eyes
To make me cry.
I used to think love was a gift
Given without benefit
But you always seem to quit
And you will never admit.
You always wanted to know love
Wanted it to descend from above
With you it’s always push and shove
There’s only one thing I can tell you of
You have eyes
To make me cry.
Oh, you have eyes
To make me cry.
-Jason Straub
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