By the cruel force of nature from the blue
Instead of a night full of romance supreme
All I got was a running nose and Asiatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form
And mascara flows right down my nose because of the storm
I don't even have a corsage, oh gee
It fell down a sewer with my sister's ID
Yes, it's raining on prom night.
Oh my darling, what can I do? I miss you.
It's raining real rain from the skies
and it's raining real tears from my eyes,
over you. Oh dear god,
make him feel the same way I do right now.
Make him want to see me again...
What can I do? It's raining, raining from the skies
It's raining tears from my eyes over you
Oooooow, raining from the skies over you
(etcetera, till fade out)