Shed no tears on me baby I am sorry that I left you I got busy loving bores on all the business trips I've been on Those lads they made me crazy, spun my head around their finger I'd do it all again if I could Come cry with me Cry with me So you're turning twenty one and you think that we'll make it somehow I'm facing much more charges than the ones that you do count Yeah, Ovid is writing poems 'bout the prisons that we live in He'd do it all again if he could Come cry with me Cry with me Don't burn these matches we might need them in the winter Don't turn away the nights get cold and I will feel sinister, now! Come cry with me Cry with me Come cry with me Cry with me Come cry with me Cry with me Come cry with me Cry with me