Hot Tears - Claude Fontaine

Sitting all alone

Waiting by the phone

But he don’t ever call

No, he don’t know about love at all

I know just where he’s been

Shined on rum and gin

He takes that bottle down

And is headed straight to Camden Town

Hot tears in my coffee

Cold sheets on my bed

If he really loved me

He’d be here instead

Rain drops on the window

Broken stereo

I count down the minutes

'Til my baby’s back home

Boy is up to nothing good

I’d cure him if I could

He drinks until the dawn

And it keeps going on and on

Hot tears in my coffee

Cold sheets on my bed

If he really loved me

He’d be here instead

Rain drops on the window

Broken stereo

I count down the minutes

'Til my baby’s back home

Hot tears in my coffee

Cold sheets on my bed

If he really loved me

He’d be here instead

Rain drops on the window

Broken stereo

I count down the minutes

'Til my baby’s back home