When she was just a girl
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She became a woman of the world
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Soon there wasn't room enough for her
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In between the bosoms of her family
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She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York
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Small-talked her way round just the sort
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Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about
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Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her
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She's a woman of the world
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She's a fake!?sure, but she's a real fake
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On the make!?making up for lost time
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Just you wait!?hey, give the girl a break
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And a fifty dollar bill will see to that
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Heh, that ain't enough to feed the cat
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Serve up the rats and super rats
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Well they just get fatter while she fades away
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Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her
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She's a woman of the world
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Maybe I hate her, 'cause I didn't create her
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It's human nature, girl
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Maybe I'll suffer, just to be her lover
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Just to be part of her world
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Maybe I need her, because I want to be her baby, can I be your girl?
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Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill me first
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We're making eye-contact
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Oh those hypnotic eyes attract
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Such philanthropic flies?that's that.
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You cannot stop it, so why the devil do you try?
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A Woman Of The World
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| The Divine Comedy |
