When I think about the good love you gave me
Living without you is driving me crazy
Well, I know now, that you're not a plaything
Not a toy, or a puppet on a string
As I look back on a love so sweet
Oh, every road is a lonely street
I know now that you're not a plaything
Not a toy, or a puppet on a string
Today we passed on the street, and you just walked on by
how my heart just fell to my feet
and like a fool I began to cry
Oh when I think about the good love you gave me
Living without you is driving me crazy
I know now,that you're not a plaything
I cry like a baby, cry like a baby
Every road is a lonely street
I cry like a baby, cry like a baby
Living without you is driving me crazy
I cry like a baby, cry like a baby
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