Big City Babies Don't Cry - Diana Ross, The Supremes

The show opened the Sunday

He closed it on Monday

And Broadway sang no lullaby

How sick the fool is

The neon moon is

Big city babies don’t cry

When your fate gave the part out

You sure played your heart out

The curtain came down with a sigh

The swell of wind

No time for pity

Big city babies don’t cry

My fair lady

Where will you go?

Somewhere, waiting

Another show

I guess a rehearsal

Is still in reversal

And somewhere I lay, we can cry

But in Manhattan

Tears stain your satin

Excuse me, there’s something in my eye

Big city babies don’t cry

(No, no baby, no don’t you cry)

Don’t cry (no, no baby, no don’t you cry)

Baby don’t cry (no, no baby, no don’t you cry)

Don’t cry (no, no baby, no don’t you cry)

Don’t cry (no, no baby, no don’t you cry)