She fell in love with my singing

She knew the bells started ringing


She thought there was only her there


But, me, I just live for the clapping

A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere


When he fell in love, I was acting


I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me

But all I heard was their clapping


Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window


He croons and moans like hes hurting

She cries so well


He croons and moans, just croons and moans


Now, I never thought [i had no idea] she needed direction

And he was at the mercy of his writers


For the songs I needed [for me] to touch her


Those sad, sad songs to make me happy

Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window


He croons and moans like hes hurting


She cries so well

He croons and moans, just croons and moans


We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies


But I never thought, but she uses a stand-in

His voice is croakier every day now


And she cries so well