Time was kinder to you than it was to me I paid dearly you got off scot free You always said you'd sleep after you were dead I think you should quit while you're ahead
Isn't it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me? Isn't it a little late to be Coming here at all? Isn't it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me? Isn't it a little late to be Coming here at all?
There's no applause, no curtain calls no spotlight no acclaim There are no prizes due to you for all your little games And if someday you'll go change your ways and then come passing through Don't expect me to be one who'll be believing you
Isn't it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me? Isn't it a little late to be Coming here at all? Isn't it a little late to be Coming back here and cryin' to me? Isn't it a little late to be
Compositor: Eleanor Ann Mcevoy (Eleanor Ann Macevoy) (IMRO)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #8751624 em 07/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM