Let your mascara dry

My baby, sometimes it's all right to cry

When he looks at you and walks on by

No explanations, no reason why

(But you won't die)

I see the tears well in your eyes

When you put up with all his lies

And see a face you recognize

The same warmth in his mother's eyes

(You know she'll criticize)

Sit down and grant yourself some peace

Please to God get some release

Maybe then your tears will cease

Put on your pretty face, love, please

(You can pretend with so much ease)

Darling, dear! Forget his smile

Just be yourself and keep your style

Baby, you've still got your wiles

Though ahead of you are miles

(You can make it for a little while)