Broken Woman

A broken woman
 Oh my
 Sits at the bar
 Sipping gin and tonic
 She thinks she's the star
 The star of the dance floor
 The goddess of love
 She chics to the music
 Till the last song is gone
 She wants to change
 At least that's what she says
 But she just can't relate
 She just can't find herself
 But the foolish...
 But the follish...
 Broken Woman
 Her face is aging
 Oh yes it is
 Yes... take her home
 She's got
 Lines on her skin
 And marks on her soul
 It's money she's after
 Pills are must
 She's clutching at life
 But all she touches turns to dust
 She wants to change
 At least that's what she says
 But she just can't relate
 And she just can't find herself
 But the foolish...
 Lord have mercy
 For the foolish broken woman
 She is drunk and half crazy
 Every night
 When she leaves the bar
 And then she
 Drives through the night
 In her big shiny car
 Nobody loves her
 Nodody cares
 She's all by herself
 No one wants to be there with her
 She wants to change
 At least that's what she says
 But she just can't relate
 No the woman can't find herself
 But the foolsih
 Lord have mercy
 But the foolish broken woman
 She's got the broken woman blues