Texty: Phil Collins. Going Back. In My Lonely Room.

Girl, every single time
You take me out with you
You always flirt around
With someone new

But I never criticize
The tearful things you do
'Cause I'm so afraid
Of losing you

But in my lonely room
Tears I don't have to hide
'Cause I just lock my door
And let myself go
I lay right, I lay right down and cry

Every place we go
People are whispering
About your flirting ways
And it hurts me so to hear

Oh in the public's eye
I just push behind
All my hurt inside
I pretend that I don't mind

But in my lonely room
Tears I don't have to hide
In my lonely room
Tears I don't have to hide

In my lonely room
Tears I don't have to hide