I Won't Cry Over You Lyrics

Maggie looks out her window, Sees a cab in the street Lets out a point-blank whistle, It stops with a screech She picks up the last box, That sits in the corner She turns around to take A mental photograph She says to herself, "I think a toast is in order," And she holds up An invisible wine glass (chorus) "Here's to the fool I was Here's to the bride I could never be I've gotta know what's truth and what's fiction I gotta feel like my love's got conviction So tell me truth 'Cause I got me suspicions And I tell you if it's the last thing I do I won't cry over you . . . " Maggie sits in the kitchen of Miss Bethany Jones Whose pouring the coffee and gathering stones "You gave him ultimatums They did not even scare him He'd walk a plank before he'd step down the aisle Take care of yourself, girl He's the one who's gotta change him Let him ponder bachelorhood for a long while" (chorus) 'Cause I'm done with that I'm done with crying Seems like it's the only thing that I've been trying They're taking it down to the heart of the matter Talking the big picture like it's a little tiny thing Smaller than a bread box Thinner than a whisker They split like an atom then the telephone rings He says, (chorus) "I just had to call you I feel like I've been spinning my wheels I just had to tell you how I feel I'm not asking you to If only you'd listen Don't cry "