Lisa don't think she's pretty no more,
Starin at the stars through a backstreet door,
She tries and tries to make it all work out,
No matter what she does,
She's left standin in the middle of doubt,
In a lonely night,
And in the pourin rain,
You can count on me,

Sometimes she cries,
When shes alone at night,
Sometimes she weaps,
When she's feelin cold and weak,
Sometimes the pain,
It just tears her up inside,
Sometimes she cries,
Ooh, I wonder why,

Lisa don't have a lover no more,
Plays with her pillow,
Stares at the bedroom floor,

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