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