The Rolling Stones - Cry To Me (Saturday Club / 1965) Lyrics

When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody call you on the phone
Doncha feel like crying
Doncha feel like crying like crying like crying
C'mon baby
C'mon, cry to me

When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume
Doncha feel like crying
Doncha feel like crying like crying like crying
C'mon baby
C'mon, cry

Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness loneliness, it just a waste of your time
But you don't ever you don't ever have to walk alone
You see, so c'mon take my hand
C'mon walk with me

When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night there is no one
Doncha feel like crying
Doncha feel like crying like crying like crying
C'mon baby
C'mon, cry
C'mon baby
I want you to cry me
Yes I want you
C'mon little darling
C'mon and cry
C'mon baby
C'mon
C'mon
Cry to me
Yeah I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
C'mon baby
C'mon share your tears to me
Yes I do
C'mon little baby
C'mon
I want you to cry me
Oh yeah