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