11-11-2012, 11:02 AM
Lady by Regina Spektor
Lady sing the blues so well, as if she mean it.
As if it's hell down here in this smoke filled world here the jokes are cold they don't laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedies.
Cornerstreet 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 blue that you will cry in spite of you 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.
Lady lights a cigarette puffs away no regret,
Takes a look around no regret no regret.
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.
And I have walked these streets so long there ain't nothing right nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my 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.
And now it's time to say goodbye, some might laugh but I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.
Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away
Then winter comes
And she forgets.
Lady sing the blues so well, as if she mean it.
As if it's hell down here in this smoke filled world here the jokes are cold they don't laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedies.
Cornerstreet 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 blue that you will cry in spite of you 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.
Lady lights a cigarette puffs away no regret,
Takes a look around no regret no regret.
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.
And I have walked these streets so long there ain't nothing right nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my 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.
And now it's time to say goodbye, some might laugh but I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.
Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away
Then winter comes
And she forgets.