The torch I carry is handsome It's worth its heartache in ransom And when that twilight steals I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want rain, I get sunny weather I'm just as blue, blue as the sky Since love has gone, can't get myself together Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Friends ask me out, but I tell them I'm busy Must get to get a new alibi I stay at home, and ask myself: "Where is she?" Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops Hanging on a string of dreams Fly little memories, fly little memories Remind her of our crazy schemes
Yes somebody said, just forget about her So, I gave that treatment a try And strangely enough, I got along without her Then one day she passed me right by - oh well I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
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