And I like it when I ̉m alone,

I ̉m trying not to think about you,

I  ̉m not waiting by the telephone,

I ̉m watching a late-night movie,

When the lovers say goodbye,

And it ̉s really getting to me,

And tears are in my eyes,

But I ̉m not crying,

I ̉m not crying over you, I ̉m over you;

I go out with all of my friends, and I ̉m hardly ever at home,

You know things just couldn ̉t be better,

I have read it in my horoscope,

I might take a walk past your house, for a trip down memory lane,

You may see me at your window, standing in the pouring rain,

But I ̉m not crying,

I ̉m not crying over you, I ̉m over you;

No, I ̉m not crying, I ̉m not crying,

I ̉m over you…

co-written by Albert Hammons))