You surely must be trying
To break this heart of mine
I thought you knew I loved
you
And we'd share a love so fine
But later that night
You threw a padlock on
my door
My clothes out on the street
'Cause you don't want my love no more
And
I cryyyd, I cryyyd
I-I-I-I-I cried my hart out
Cried my heart out
Later that
night
(spoken)
Don't go baby, don't put me out on the
street. Your threw my
best sharkskin
suit out on the lawn, right on top of
some dog waste
(I hold in my
hand three letters from
the stages of your fine, fine, super-
fine career...) and my best
white
shirts with the Mr. B collar all
over the front lawn. Where's my cuff
links?
Lemme back in dere. Dere?
"Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa
There's no room to breathe in
here"
"That's alright honey. You can come
out of the closet now
