I can't stand to see a good man go to waste One who never combs his hair or shaves his face A man who leans on wine, over love, that's told a lie Oh, it tears me up to see a grown man cry So, I never go around mirrors I can't stand to see me, without you by my side I never go around mirrors 'Cause I've got a heartache to hide I can't stand to be, where heartaches hang around It's only where the blues get me down To see a grown man crawl is more than I can stand I can't look into the eyes of half a man So, I never go around mirrors I can't stand to see me, without you by my side I never go around mirrors 'Cause I've got a heartache to hide And it tears me up to see a grown man cry...