Later That Night

You surely must be trying

To break this heart of mine

I thought you knew I loved you

And we'd share a love so fine

But later that night

You threw a padlock on my door

My clothes out on the street

'Cause you don't want my love no more

And I cryyyd, I cryyyd

I-I-I-I-I cried my hart out

Cried my heart out

Later that night

(spoken)

Don't go baby, don't put me out on the

street. Your threw my best sharkskin

suit out on the lawn, right on top of

some dog waste

(I hold in my hand three letters from

the stages of your fine, fine, super-

fine career...) and my best white

shirts with the Mr. B collar all

over the front lawn. Where's my cuff

links? Lemme back in dere. Dere?

"Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa

There's no room to breathe in here"

"That's alright honey. You can come

out of the closet now"