Divorcée

Did you think he was sweet?

Did you think he could change?

Did you think

"Oh, there's good in him, I can tell."

And whether I'm right

And whether you know it though

Would you say, "It's over now, so go to hell."

Or would you say,

"There. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh my dear.

There. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh my dear."

We had a house

We had a car that year

We had a goodness of heart

You can't keep away

And if I came home

And if I slept in my brother's home

Would you say

"There's good in him, I can tell."

Or would you say,

"There. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh my dear.

There. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh my dear."

But I was too dumb to recognize

Yeah, it didn't look like you

And I was too young to realize

Something was true

Lord lift me up over all gentlemen

'Cause we will never know if it's right or it's wrong

Lord lift me up over all gentlemen

'Cause we will never know if it's right or it's wrong

Lord lift me up outta the slum tenements

'Cause we will never know if it's right or it's wrong

Lord lift me up over all gentlemen

'Cause we will never know if it's right or it's wrong

And then there. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh, my dear.

There. That's love.

It's on the table.

Oh, my dear.