Lady sing 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 makes 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 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 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 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 © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com