Jerry Mcbee
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He calls you from the office and he tells you that he's sorry
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But it looks like he'll be working late again and he asks you how your day went
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But he didn't say he missed you and he'd rather be home with you and the kids
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Then suddenly the day has lost it's meaning and you find it hard to hold the tears inside
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And the tears begin to fall, and another day's gone by
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As you dry the tears from your eyes, just another reason why a woman cries
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You ask him if he'd call you when he's working late again
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But it's nine o'clock and still he hasn't called and the dinner fixed with special care
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Is getting cold, and he's not there - you wonder if he really cares at all
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Another lonely night and he's not with you and you find it hard to hold the tears inside
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And the tears begin to fall, and another day's gone by
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As you dry the tears from your eyes, just another reason why a woman cries
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Now you push aside the curtains and you're looking out the window
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And the kids are playing with him in the yard, he takes you out occaisonally
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And once more you're a family and he thought about your birthday after all
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It's then you know the reason why you love him and he'll never know the joy you feel inside
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And all the tears you've cried, just a part of a woman's life, when a woman's happy inside
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It's another reason why a woman cries, just another reason why a woman cries
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Why a Woman Cries
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Roy Orbison |