Lyrics Hot Tears - Claude Fontaine

Hot Tears

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