I don't check out your alibis
I don't accuse or criticize
I don't write down the lies you lie
But I keep track of every tear I cry
I don't sit by the telephone
I don't wait up when you don't come home
I don't know who
I don't care why
'Cause I keep track of every tear I cry
One day I'll count them
And send you a bill
I'll make you pay for
Every one I spill
It ain't my style to make a scene
That don't mean that your slate is clean
Yours is comin' by and by
'Cause I keep track of every tear I cry
One day I'll count them
And send you a bill
I'll make you pay for
Every one I spill
I don't sit by the telephone
I don't wait up when you don't come home
I don't know write down the lies you lie
But I keep track of every tear I cry
Yours is comin' by and by
You'll be sittin' high and dry
Eatin' that lover's humble pie
'Cause I keep track of every tear I cry
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