Later that night
(performance from Cruisin' with Ruben and the Jets)
You surely must be trying
To break this heart of mine
I thought you knew I loved you
And we'd share a love so fine
But later that night
You threw a padlock on my door
My clothes out on the street
'Cause you don't want my love no more
And I cryyyd, I cryyyd
I-I-I-I-I cried my hart out
Cried my heart out
Later that night
Don't go baby, don't put me out on the street. Your threw my best sharkskin suit out on the lawn, right on top of some dog waste (I hold in my hand three letters from the stages of your fine, fine, super-fine career...) and my best white shirts with the Mr. B collar all over the front lawn. Where's my cuff links? Lemme back in dere. Dere?
"Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa
There's no room to breathe in here"
"That's alright honey. You can come
out of the closet now"