Frank Sinatra

I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry over me.
Every road has its turning, that's one thing I'm learning.

I cried for you, what a fool I used to be,
Now I found your eyes just a little bit bluer,

And I found your heart just a little bit truer.
I cried for you, not it's your turn to cry over me.

I cried for you, what a fool I used to be,
Now I found your eyes just a little bit bluer,

And I found your heart just a little bit truer.
I cried for you, not it's your turn to cry over me.