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