Cindy's Cryin'

Cindy’s cryin' but it ain’t no use —
She’s got a habit and she can’t get loose
Stoppin' each and ev’ry man she meets
Gonna be a hooker on Bleecker Street
On Bleecker Street
Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
You said you’d leave it and I hope you’re tryin'
Oh, they call it livin', and it feels like dyin'
Police stopped her on the street today
She was holdin' and they took her away
Threw her in jail and they made her wait
She was cryin' «Oh, Jesus, let me just get straight
Let me just get straight». Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
I know you can make it but you better stop tryin'
Oh, they call it livin', Baby, someone’s lyin'
Cindy, Cindy, whatcha gonna do?
Got no money and you’re way past due
You got every last penny I had
The man is restless and your credit is bad
And your credit is bad, Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
We can make it but we better start tryin'
Oh, I ain’t leaving you and I ain’t lyin'
Now Cindy went South and took the cure
«This time, Honey, I’m straight for sure»
Went to the corner to the grocery store
You were gone ten minutes and I know you scored
And I know you scored
(Repeat First Verse)