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Why don't you try to improve your situation?
Why do you look still through yesterday's stuff?
The man that you knew, knew so little of you
The man that you knew was ugly and rough
Why don't you remember the men who treat you better?
I can think of three now, no nearly of ten
The ones that you've got – such and unwanted lot
The ones that you've not, you'll want once again
And as you think to yourself of the worst and of the best
You ask of his image to visit you less
But it's there in your system in wake and in rest
The source of your sorrow and your happiness
As your daughter sings his songs in the bathtub
It gets harder, you say, to live a lie at my age
I was young before, was wrong before, I'd never had a man before
A love-fighting matador
I'd wave the red flag then jump out of the way
But now I've come to the end
Of never again
Please spare me the magic of the way he treats your subject
How that each time you're made you're made more like yourself
In passion or pain we each seek out something
And each thing we seek seeks something else
But there's a beacon just peaking its head in on the ceiling
And you don't know for sure, but you've got a feeling
That that beacon is speaking to you
And you know what it's saying
And you know what it's saying is true...