Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard & Huey Lewis
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
When your baby
Leaves you all alone
And nobody
Calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Here I am, honey
Come on, cry to me
When you're all alone
In your lonely room
And there's nothing
But the smell of her perfume
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well, here I am, honey
Come on, cry to me
Whoa, nothing can be sadder
Than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness, loneliness
Such a waste of time, oh yeah
You don't ever have to walk alone
Oh, you see
Come on, take my hand
Baby, won't you walk with me?
Oh yeah
When you're waiting
For a voice to come
In the night
But there's no one
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Crying?
Don't you feel like cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Crying?
Whoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, Bob, take a ride