A Strangers Girl

 

One day when this circus stops

 and youíre sat round waiting for a phone to ring

One day when the penny drops

 and you see that youíve got nothing

And even your list of so called friends has disappeared

Thatís the day youíll call me

 

One night when the chips are down

 and a yellow moon comes and blows your cover

One night when heís out of town

 and youíd swear to Christ

that heís with some other

And even the book youíre reading bores you from cover to cover

 

Thatís the day youíll call

Yeah thatís the day youíll call me

 

I donít know what it is about you baby

Maybe itís the way that you comb your hair

Maybe itís the colour of the dresses you wear

Honey itís a strange old world

Now that youíre a strangers girl.

 

One night when a curtain falls

 on an empty house in a lonely glow

One night when youíve no more calls

 from the countless broken hearts you know

When even the colour of the money starts to fade

Thatís the day youíll call me

Hey thatís the day youíll call me