I thought you had a pretty good sense of self
I thought you were being ironic when you ripped your jeans
I thought you were being ironic when you ripped your jeans
So sinful that all you want from me is sympathy
So, I'll cry tomorrow, I ain't got time today
I'll cry tomorrow, 'til then I'm on my way
I'll cry tomorrow, I'm too young so
I'll cry tomorrow
That stylish hairdo that you were so proud of
Well, don't you know I thought you were putting me on
Well don't you know I thought you were putting me on
Oh, it's sinful that all you want from me is sympathy
So, I'll cry tomorrow, I ain't got time today
I'll cry tomorrow, 'til then I'm on my way
I'll cry tomorrow, I'm too young so
I'll cry tomorrow
(I'll cry tomorrow 'bout it, don't hold your breath, just wait and see
I'll cry tomorrow 'bout it, don't hold your breath, just wait and see)
The way you stare so aimlessly in space
You know I felt like saying 'Put your contact lens back in'
You know I felt like saying 'Put your contact lens back in'
It's so sinful that all you want from me is sympathy
So, I'll cry tomorrow, I ain't got time today
I'll cry tomorrow, 'til then I'm on my way
I'll cry tomorrow, I'm too young so
I'll cry tomorrow