Don’t want your love any more.
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure.
I die each time I hear this sound:
«Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown.»
I’ve got to stand tall.
You know a man can’t crawl.
For when he knows you’re telling lies
And he hears them passing by,
He’s not a man at all.
Don’t want your love any more.
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure.
I die each time I hear this sound,
«Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown.»
When you see me shed a tear,
And you know that it’s sincere,
Don’t you think it’s kind of sad
That you’re treating me so bad?
Or don’t you even care?
Don’t want your love any more.
Don’t want your kisses , that’s for sure.
I die each time I hear this sound:
«Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown.»
