Your parents told you, as you said,
That I’m not good enough.
No job, no money, no respect.
That I’d destroy your life.
It’s may be so, it’s may be true,
And I am no success
But, girl, I love you any way.
I do, never the less.
Well, you reject me. It’s all right,
I’ll make my fortune by
Selling salt of my dried tears
And I will say ‘good by’.
I’ll buy the biggest diamond
And put it in my ear
For not to hear that you regret
And wept for me in years.
I’ll do all this, I’ll really do,
I’ll let it all go by.
But as for now, but right now
All I can do is cry.
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