I got your emails You just don't get females Now, do you? What's in the heart Is not on your head Anywhere
Mate, you're too late And you weren't worth the wait Now, were you? It's out of my hands Since you blew your last chance When you played me
You'll have to cry me out You'll have to cry me out The tears that I'll fall Mean nothing at all It's time to get over yourself
Baby, you ain't all that Maybe, there's no way back You can keep talking But, baby, I'm walking away
When I found out How you messed me about I was broken Back then I believed you Now, I don't need you No more
The pick on your phone Proves you weren't alone She was with you, yeah Now, I couldn't care That you weren't aware We're through
You'll have to cry me out You'll have to cry me out The tears that I'll fall Mean nothing at all It's time to get over yourself
Baby, you ain't all that Maybe, there's no way back You can keep talking But, baby, I'm walking away
Gonna have to cry me out Gonna have to cry me out Boy, there ain't no doubt Gonna have to cry me out
Won't hurt a little bit Boy, better get used to it You can keep talking But, baby, I'm walking away
Listen, I got the emails I got the text The answer's still the same It's the way it is I got to go
You'll have to cry me out You'll have to cry me out The tears that I'll fall Mean nothing at all It's time to get over yourself
Baby, you ain't all that Maybe, there's no way back You can keep talking But, baby, I'm walking away
You'll have to cry me out You'll have to cry me out The tears that I'll fall Mean nothing at all It's time to get over yourself
'Cause baby, you ain't all that Maybe, there's no way back You can keep talking But, baby, I'm walking away
Compositores: Colin Leslie Campsie (Colin Campsie), Philip Carden Thornalley (Phil Thornalley), Mads Louis Hauge (Mads Hauge), Victoria Louise Lott (Pixie Lott) ECAD: Obra #14532170 Fonograma #1966630