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With an air of independence
She walks into your domain
You are captured by her beauty
You can feel her taking aim

And the way she lets her hair down
Sets a pounding in your head
But you get the strangest feeling
That she wouldn't care, if you were dead

But underneath the cold and staring eyes
Underneath the cut of her replies
Underneath the passionless disguise
Oh, she cries, she cries, she cries

Underneath the show that never dies
Underneath the calculating lies
Underneath emotionless "Goodbyes"
Oh, she cries, she cries, she cries

My, oh my, don't you cry?
Mama will see to your body and mind
My, oh my, don't you cry?
Mama will see to your body and mind

From a well detached position
You can see her target's fall
It seems she doesn't care for anyone
It seems she doesn't care at all

Underneath the cold and staring eyes
Underneath the cut of her replies
Underneath the passionless disguise
Oh, she cries, she cries, she cries

Underneath the show that never dies
Underneath the calculating lies
Underneath emotionless "Goodbyes"
Oh, she cries, she cries, she cries

She cries


Komponist: Nik Kershaw © 1983 Rondor Music (London) Ltd.