Pouring Rain de David Stewart

I said baby, "I take you to New York city
I buy you a dress so pretty
Show the whole world that you’re with me"
She said, "Honey, I know that you don’t got he money
But I don’t care ’cause you love me... love me love me"

But you gave me that Sunday morning feelin’
When you’re chillin’ next to me
Let me bring you breakfast in bed
So that hopefully you’ll see
I’m the man you need beside you ...

We can be free, or we can live dangerous
And we only got ourselves to blame
But you’ll always be loved, it’s unconditional
Now I’m standing here with roses
While you cryin’ in the pouring rain ...