She took out a personal ad
I guess anyone was better than me
I try not to take it so bad
Now that everyone can open and see
Who the son of a bitch is
Sobbing, sobbing
The sky rains love and we hide beneath the awning
Sobbing, sobbing
I've been weighed and found wanting
If you want to join our club
We don't need an oath
We're all of us in or out of love
But some of us both
But we're all sons of bitches
Sobbing, sobbing
I'd rather be cold than be caught out in the wrong thing
Sobbing, sobbing
I've been weighed and found wanting
I couldn't speak
It was unspeakable
Sobbing, sobbing
I'd rather be cold than be caught out in the wrong thing
Sobbing, sobbing
I've been weighed and found wanting