She fell in love with my singing She knew the bells started ringing She thought there was only her there But, me, I just live for the clapping A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere When he fell in love, I was acting I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me But all I heard was their clapping Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window He croons and moans like he's hurting She cries so well He croons and moans, just croons and moans Now, I never thought [i had no idea] she needed direction And he was at the mercy of his writers For the songs I needed [for me] to touch her Those sad, sad songs to make me happy Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window He croons and moans like he's hurting She cries so well He croons and moans, just croons and moans We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies But I never thought, but she uses a stand-in His voice is croakier every day now And she cries so well
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