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Turning of the Tide, Richard Thompson
How many boys, one night stands
How many lips, how many hands have held you Like I'm holding you tonight
Too many nights staying up late Too much powder, too much paint Oh you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide
Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress?
Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide
Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for ever more?
Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume Creaking bed in the hotel room You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide
Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress?
Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide
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