What Makes You Cry

Now I've got a question, baby What makes you cry? 'Cause 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, yeah You're paying 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 that you can hear me Wherever you are In a cheap hotel room Or the back seat of a car I make up those situations (oh yeah) I don't know if they're true But I'll tell you, for now, they'll do Angel, admit it, admit it (come on, baby) 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've got a question bady What makes you cry?