Turning Of The Tide

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 and too much paint

No, 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?

The boys all say, "You look so fine"

They don't come back for a second time

Oh, 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 evermore?

Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume

Creaking bed in a hotel room

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?

The boys all say, "You look so fine"

They don't come back for a second time

Oh, you can't hide from the turning of the tide