You made, you made your overtures When you were a sure and orotund mutt And I was still a dewey petal Rather than a moribund slut My love wrecked you You packed to twirl your skirt at the palace It hurt more than it ought to hurt I went to work to cultivate a callus And now I'm hard, too hard to know I don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no no Tears calcify in my tummy Fears coincide with the tow How can I ask anyone to love me When all I do is beg to be left alone? Oh, when I try to love I can love the same man in the same bed in the same city But not in the same room, it's a pity, but Oh, it never bothered me before Not 'til this guy, what a guy, oh God what a good guy And I can't even enjoy him 'Cause I'm hard, too hard to know I don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no no Tears calcify in my tummy Fears coincide with the tow How can I ask anyone to love me When all I do is beg to be left When all I do is beg to be left When all I do is beg to be left alone Alone, alone My ills are reticulate My woes are granular The ants weigh more than the elephants Nothing, nothing is manageable So couldn't we stop the valedictories? I can see the door there, shut it and forget my number 'Cause I'm hard, too hard to know I don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no no Tears calcify in my tummy Fears coincide with the tow How can I ask anyone to love me When all I do is beg to be left When all I do is beg to be left When all I do is beg to be left alone?

Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Take it easy, when he leaves me, please be my guest To whatever I might've left In his kitchen cupboards, in the back of his bathroom cabinets And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes There's a dress in the closet Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it I didn't fit in it, it was never mine It belonged to the ex wife of another ex of mine She left it behind, with a note One line, it said: "I don't know if I'm coming across, but I'm really trying" She was very kind Fruit bat You cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Fruit bat Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Nobody can replace anybody else So, it would be a shame to make it a competition And no love is like any other love So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies No love is like any other love So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through

I guess I just must be a daredevil I don't feel anything until I smash it up I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot Not so with the warmer lot And all I want's a confident To help me laugh it off And don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon Say I'm an airplane And the gashes I got from my heartbreak Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing And I use them to give me lip Hip hip for the lift Hip hip for the drag I want them all in my bag Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift But don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon Seek me out Look at, look at, look at, look at me I'm all the fishes in the sea Wake me up Give me, give me, give me what you got In your mind, in the middle of the night Maybe you let me look out for you Protect that I founded you And never let it starve Then that way, you let me stay Skirt in my skirt like I want to And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms But don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon