Everly Brothers
(#1 in 1960),
Reba McIntire, Country
Don't want your lo-o-o-o-ove anymore.
Don't want your ki-i-i-i-isses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he co-o-o-o-omes. That's Cathy's clown."
I've gotta stand tall.
You know a man can't crawl.
But when he knows you tell lies
And he hears 'em passin' by,
He's not a man at all.
Don't want your lo-o-o-o-ove anymore.
Don't want your ki-i-i-i-isses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he co-o-o-o-omes. That's Cathy's clown."
When you see me shed a tear
And you know that it’s sincere,
Dontcha think it’s kinda sad
That you’re treatin’ me so bad,
Or don’t you even care?
Don't want your lo-o-o-o-ove anymore.
Don't want your ki-i-i-i-isses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he co-o-o-o-omes. That's Cathy's clown.
That's Cathy's clown.
That's Cathy's clown."
