She sank, deep down into that cold fish tank
Eyes a-bleeding from words that sank
Right into her skull, her whole world dull
From the pain of the game, she's never the same
As she was when she felt so alone with her pain
Her eyes are tired, but she must be admired
For the woman she is ain't the woman she ain't
Cause she feels no restraint when she's off with the saint
Who paints her in a different light, not so uptight any more
And she offers him more than she ever gave before
(But she wasn't too sure)
For the days are on fire
And her burning desire
No longer goes on
For the old flame is gone
Along with the portrait
He blessed with a song
So come again soon, for the saviour's due back
Tied up in the sack, along with that leopard skin hat
That she wears in the night
The barman takes flight
And she looks quite a fright, with a fright
Whatever, at the girl she's become
Right under the thumb
Sees the web that she's spun
And all the **** that she's done
To be washed all away, in an instant of fun
Take care pretty lady, take care my sweet one