Lyrics
When she heard those songs, those songs those songs
and she thought
self-pitying
That the man who wrote those words, of all the things that would go wrong
could never comfort her
self-pitying
Self-pitying, could never comfort her
She knew she d had a close escape, those heart-scorned, self-pitying
If they d carried on, and thought about his changing moods, those heart-scorned
she brushed and ponytailed her hair
Those dolorous songs, those songs those songs, those dolorous songs
and what a fool she d been to think that they belonged
And thought about his changing moods, when she heard his voice on tape
When she heard his voice on tape, she knew she d had a close escape, those dolorous songs
Self-pitying, and she imagined, dolorous songs
Those dolorous songs, and she thought
those heart-scorned
Those heart-scorned, she knew she d had a close escape, those heart-scorned
Those dolorous songs, those dolorous songs, when he reached for a pen and turned his bedlight on
When he reached for a pen and turned his bedlight on, when she heard his voice on tape The, that bitter dawn
And what a fool she d been to think that they belonged, and what a fool she d been to think that they belonged
If they d carried on, those dolorous songs the, those songs those songs
Those heart-scorned, could never comfort her
Those songs those songs, dolorous songs, those dolorous songs
When she heard his voice on tape, dolorous songs
Of all the things that would go wrong, when he reached for a pen and turned his bedlight on
Those heart-scorned, that bitter dawn
And thought about his changing moods, when she heard his voice on tape
Could never comfort her, and she thought
And thought about his changing moods, the hour he knew that love was gone