Why did I have to see you again
I'm just getting you and me
It's too soon to be
Standing this close to you at a party
Laughing, pretending to be glad
Called a spade a spade
'Cause inside the joke
That you're telling
No one is laughing
Even you let me in on it
What's so funny?

You cannot laugh alone
That smile is not your own
Your love was crackerjack
A prize in every bag
A sugarcoated love
What dreams are made out of
A myth, a fantasy
A package C.O.D
That no one will identify or pay for
A mystery left sitting on your front door

Throw it out of your mind
What you're thinking
Isn't worth wasting our time
What's the point in it?
Pretty eyes, softer tears
Strike a pose and push your hair
Back behind your ears
Sit up in your chair like a lady

You cannot laugh alone
That smile is not your own
Your love was crackerjack
It's a prize in every bag
A sugarcoated love
What dreams are made out of
A myth, a fantasy
A package C.O.D

Your love was crackerjack
It's a prize
Your love was crackerjack
Your love was crackerjack
Oh, baby
'Cause your love was crackerjack

Smokey Robinson

Arguably the greatest songwriter of the latter half of the 20th century, Robinson’s timeless creations for Motown, both for his own group and for other artists, provided the ultimate example of what a pop song can be. From The Beatles to Bob Dylan, the rest of the 60s followed in his wake

As if that wasn’t enough, he created a whole new genre in the mid-70s with “quiet storm”, a radio format named after one of his songs. He continues writing and performing today.