He mistakes my name, and then, "Well, you'll come around..."
Strange as it seems, I'm bursting at the seams
With a suitcase full of nothing to be seen
Airports, shutters and a shoulder to no longer lean
And he says, "Oh, I've got a woman now..."

My wallet photos no longer sum me up
And I've already come around
And tiny star-studded jeans hold every broken dream
And through the failed wishes in between, a sung
"Oh, I've got a woman now..."

For I'm no longer little Eileen,
and I've grown a lonely need
For I'm no longer anything to see;
All but worthy to be deemed, yet a cry resounds;
"Oh, I've got a woman now..."

And it's all tasted the same,
And I never expected it to change
"Girl, out there when they're selling dreams...
****, this is harder than it seems.
Oh, where did my girl go now?
Oh, I've got a woman now..."