I'll pretend I'm free from sor-row Make believe that wrong is right Your wedding day will be to-morrow But there'll be no teardrops to-night. Why, oh why - should you de-sert me Are you doin' this for spite If you only want to hurt me But there'll be no teardrops to-night. I'll believe that you still love me When you wear your veil of white But you think that you're above me But there'll be no teardrops to-night. Shame, oh shame - for what you're doin' Other arms will hold you tight You don't care whose life you ruin But there'll be no teardrops to-night.