I'll pretend I'm free from sor-row
Make believe that wrong is right
Your wedding day will be to-morrow
But there'll be no teardrops to-night.
Why, oh why - should you de-sert me
Are you doin' this for spite
If you only want to hurt me
But there'll be no teardrops to-night.
I'll believe that you still love me
When you wear your veil of white
But you think that you're above me
But there'll be no teardrops to-night.
Shame, oh shame - for what you're doin'
Other arms will hold you tight
You don't care whose life you ruin
But there'll be no teardrops to-night.