Cry a Little Songtext
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Cry a Little Songtext
When I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
I said, when I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
Then I fell in love with you girl
And, now I′m crawling 'round like a dog.
Ah, you found me like a treasure,
Then you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
I was and tossing and turning,
You were tossing your hips around.
I was and tossing and turning,
You were turning tricks around town.
Oh, you found me like a treasure,
Then you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
Then you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
I fumbled for the light switch,
You were fumbling for your clothes.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
I said, like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
Ah, you found me like a treasure
Then you lost me like a riddle
You held me like a guitar
But you played me like a fiddle
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
I said, when I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
Then I fell in love with you girl
And, now I′m crawling 'round like a dog.
Ah, you found me like a treasure,
Then you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
I was and tossing and turning,
You were tossing your hips around.
I was and tossing and turning,
You were turning tricks around town.
Oh, you found me like a treasure,
Then you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
Then you played me like a fiddle.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
I fumbled for the light switch,
You were fumbling for your clothes.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
I said, like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
Ah, you found me like a treasure
Then you lost me like a riddle
You held me like a guitar
But you played me like a fiddle
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Cry...
A little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Writer(s): Shawn Richard Hall, Matthew Wesley Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com