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
