Crying outloud..
For Crying Outloud ©2004 David Graham/Tommy Southard/Matt Ballew I don’t look at your portrait anymore And I’ve even parked that ol’ Corvette that once was mine and yours I don’t go out on Fridays to D.Q. Or stay at home alone thinking of you I guess I’m just way too proud For crying outloud For crying outloud’s the only thing I can do When I spend all my time not thinking of you For crying outloud what do I do When crying outloud’s all that I can do For you..For crying outloud I don’t read old letters until dawn Or search for the reason as to what went wrong I don’t concentrate on what we had Or try and analyze where it all went bad Don’t wonder who, when, why, or how For crying outloud For crying outloud’s the only thing I can do When I spend all my time not thinking of you For crying outloud what do I do When crying outloud’s all that I can do For you..For crying outloud For crying outloud what do I do When crying outloud’s all that I can do For me and you..For crying outloud
