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She's almost forty now And if life's fair It won't have touched her face Or touched her golden hair It won't have touched the way She used to speak my name Like single raindrop Doesn't really touch the window pane She's probably fifty now No doubt she's changed The wear and tear and doubt That lives arrange The wear and tear of no-one there Drives a girl insane The doubt of reaching out for love And getting beat again There's no easy way of saying it No easy way it's done The father you looked up to then No longer loved your mum Call up social services SongtexteEven call the cops No man's ever gone to jail When love for woman stops She must be sixty now Well on that route Down lane of pure disdain From young and cute Rolling out red carpet promises And ringing wedding bell Gives a special kind of tinnitus To a girl who knows too well There's no easy way of saying it No easy way it's done The father you looked up to then No longer loved your mum Call up social services Even call the cops No man's ever gone to jail When love for woman stops She's over seventy now Way past her best But the one who holds the key To love's treasure chest Doubtless has a younger flame To keep him warm at night Whilst this old one just flickers In the distant hope he might There's no easy way of saying it No easy way it's done The father you looked up to then No longer loved your mum Call up social services Even call the cops No man's ever gone to jail When love for woman stops She's in her eighties now She's close to death And the one thing that won't let her down Is final breath So much more reliable Than the absent talk of men Nothing quite as black-and-white As the chequered flag of end There's no easy way of saying it No easy way it's done The father you looked up to then No longer loved your mum Call up social services Even call the cops No man's ever gone to jail When love for woman stops Aus Songtexte Mania