I was just thirty-four years old and I was still
Wandering in a haze
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were
Lost in a maze
I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of
Divine right to the blues
It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the
Front Page sad news.
The incense burned away and the
Stench began to rise
And lovers now estranged avoided
Catching each others' eyes
And girls who lost their children cursed the
Men who fit the coil
And men not fit for marriage took their
Refuge in the oil
No-one respects the flame quite like the
Fool who's badly burned
>From all this you'd imagine that there
Must be something learned . . .
Slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those
Slit skirts, and I don't ever wear no
Ripped shirts, can't pretend that growing older
Knee-pants, Jeanie never wears those
Knee-pants, have to be so drunk to try a
New dance, so afraid of every little
Romance . . .
Slit skirts, slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those
Slit skirts, slit skirts, she wouldn't dare in those
Slit skirts, slit skirts, wouldn't be seen dead in those
Romance, romance, why aren't we thinking up
Romance? Why can't we drink it up
True-heart romance, just need a brief new little
Romance . . .
Let me tell you some more about myself, you know I'm sitting at home
The big events of the day have passed and the late TV shows have come
I'm number one on the home team, but I still feel unfulfilled. A
in a broken heart complains that I'm unskilled. And I know that when
thinks of me, she thinks of me as him, but unlike me she don't workout
frustrations in the gym.
Recriminations fester and the past can never change, a woman's
run from both ends of the range.
Once she walked with untamed lovers face between her legs,
Now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg...
[Repeat VERSE I, PRE-CHORUS I & CHORUS I]
[Repeat last four lines of CHORUS I]
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