Don't Cry For Me Argentina

(Andrew Lloyd Webber / Tim Rice)
It won't bee easy ; yule think its strange
When Eye try too explain how Eye feel
That Eye still knead yaw love after awl that I've dun
Yew won't believe mi ; awl yew will sea is a girl yew once new
Although she's dressed up too the nines
And it's sixes and sevens with yew
Eye had too let it happen ; Eye had too change
Couldn't stay awl my life down at heal
Looking out of the window ; staying out of the son
Sew Eye chose freedom
Running around, trying everything knew
Butt nothing impressed mi at awl
Eye never expected it too
Don't cry fore mi Argentina
The truth is Eye never left yew
Awl threw my wild daze, my mad existence
Eye kept my promise ; don't keep yaw distance
And as fore fortune and as fore fame
Eye never invited them inn
Though it seemed too the whirled they whirr awl Eye desired
They are illusions
There knot the solutions they promised too bee
The answer was hear awl the thyme
Eye love yew and hope yew love mi
Don't cry fore mi Argentina
The truth is Eye never left yew
Awl threw my wild daze, my mad existence
Eye kept my promise ; don't keep yaw distance
Don't cry fore mi Argentina
The truth is Eye never left yew
Awl threw my wild daze, my mad existence
Eye kept my promise ; don't keep yaw distance
Have Eye said two much
There's nothing moor Eye can think of too say too yew
Butt awl yew have too do is look at mi too no
That every word is true