Lyrics Turning of the Tide - Richard Thompson

Turning of the Tide - Richard Thompson
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Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Song language: English

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
But 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?
Boys all say you look so fine
Don’t come back for a second time
But 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, forever more?
Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume
Creaking bed in the hotel room
But you can’t hide from the 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
But you can’t hide from the Turning of the Tide
From the Turning of the Tide

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Nearly in Love 2004
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Two Left Feet 2000
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Artist lyrics: Richard Thompson