Lady sing the blues so well 
As if she mean it 
As if it's [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And she forgets