Lletres: Billie Holiday. Baby, I Don't Cry Over You.

Had my lunch all alone, waited for you to phone
Said you'd call me at two
So at about twenty of three, I had cocktails with Lee
Baby, I don't cry over you

Stood me up in the rain, tried to hurt me again
Bet you thought I'd be blue
I went out to a show with a swell guy named Joe
Baby, I don't cry over you

These foolish games you keep playing
Might work with somebody else
Well I could have told you right from the start
No man is man enough to break my heart

If you don't come tonight, think you'll give me a fright
Tell you what I will do
I'll put on my best gown and go painting this town
Baby, I don't cry over you

These foolish games you keep playing
Might work with somebody else
Well I could have told you right from the start
No man is man enough to break my heart

If you don't come tonight, think you'll give me a fright
Tell you what I will do
I'll put on my best gown and go painting this town
Baby, I don't cry over you
Listen Jack you're sweet Jill will be out with some Bill
Baby, I don't cry over you