Lady

Lady sings the blues so well,
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies.

Corner street societies,
But they believe her.
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things.
She says, I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

And I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret,
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets,
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree.
She says, I'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

But on this stage,
I've learned to fly.
Learned to sing,
And learned to cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

But now it's time,
To say goodbye.
Some might laugh,
But I will surely cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette,
Puffs away, and winter comes.
And she forgets.