| Crying in public’s an unfortunate thing
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| A woman in love is a delicate thing
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| And a woman who’s sad for no reason at all
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| Will be crying in public, in the car, or the mall
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| Crying in public, crying in public
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| She’s on the train, alone there she sits
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| Sobbing her heart out, falling to bits
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| On a park bench on a sunny day
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| When a woman’s distressed, you best look away
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| If she’s crying in public, crying in public
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| Feminists claim that we’re all the same
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| But I don’t know a man who’s felt the same shame
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| She might look a million or only ten cents
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| When mascara runs, there’s no recompense
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| Aristocrat, popper, or the bourgeoisie
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| All know what it feels like when life’s misery
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| Means crying in public, crying in public
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| Knowing that everyone sees it revealed
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| When the heartstrings are pulling you into a field
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| You run through the cornrows and find nowhere to hide
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| Then all of a sudden it bursts from inside
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| And you’re crying in public, crying in public
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| Crying in public, crying in public
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| Crying in public, crying in public |