[ Doyle Singer ]
I've done everything I could to make you happy
Yes I've given everything that I could give
But the best I had to offer couldn't hold you
You just couldn't seem to live the way I live
For the glamor of the gay night life is calling
And it won't be long till you will set me free
But if your happy days should end and if lonely nights begin
Hurry come running back to me
Come running back to mine two open arms
Come running back to mine two wailing lips
If your happy days should end and if lonely nights begin
Hurry come running back to me hurry come running back to me