Crying in Public - The Pretenders

Crying in public’s an unfortunate thing

A woman in love is a delicate thing

And a woman who’s sad for no reason at all

Will be crying in public, in the car, or the mall

Crying in public, crying in public

She’s on the train, alone there she sits

Sobbing her heart out, falling to bits

On a park bench on a sunny day

When a woman’s distressed, you best look away

If she’s crying in public, crying in public

Feminists claim that we’re all the same

But I don’t know a man who’s felt the same shame

She might look a million or only ten cents

When mascara runs, there’s no recompense

Aristocrat, popper, or the bourgeoisie

All know what it feels like when life’s misery

Means crying in public, crying in public

Knowing that everyone sees it revealed

When the heartstrings are pulling you into a field

You run through the cornrows and find nowhere to hide

Then all of a sudden it bursts from inside

And you’re crying in public, crying in public

Crying in public, crying in public

Crying in public, crying in public