Lyrics She's Got A Problem - Marianne Faithfull

She's Got A Problem

In the end will it matter that you’ve gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you’ve gone?
Will the night always seem so long
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a Mother In the end?
In the end will I smash my brains with drinking
Till I fall down on the floor
Will I hiccup and jabber
Saying things I never meant?
Will I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed?
Will the world shake it’s sensible head
And say the words that have to be said:
«She's got a problem.»
Every problem has a solution in the end
And solutions must be final
For help gets so unhelpful near the end
When I take my last ride
Down the big dipper slide
Will I care, will it matter
If the world should say:
«She had a problem.»
She had a problem
She had a problem
In the end will it matter that you’ve gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you’ve gone?
Will the night always seem so long
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a Mother
In the end?