You turn my pages like a children's book,
You knocked me over with your dashing looks.
You whispered nothings to make me laugh,
You had me reaching beyond my grasp.
But what's the use in crying honey?
All you get is wet.
What's the use in crying honey?
It hasn't helped us yet.
I wrote a novel to get me through,
But every paragraph referred to you.
I thought the epilogue would never come,
Cause I was happy underneath your thumb.
What's the use in basking honey?
In the afterglow.
What's the use in asking honey?
All you say is no.
And you were always out of reach,
And you can cut this but it’s never gonna bleed.
You took me out underneath the stars,
You told me one day it will all be ours.
You swore you loved me underneath the moon.
I said when's it gonna happen,
You say someday soon.
What's the use in crying honey?
All you get is wet.
What's the use in crying?
Cause it hasn't helped us yet.
Not yet...