| So you’re back in town with your ball and chain
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| And your best laid plans-funny how they all went bust again
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| I do declare it’s a crying shame
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| And everybody else is always to blame
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| All your old-time friends they’ve gone to ground
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| The theatre’s closed-they've torn all the posters down
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| Once you had a face that could launch a thousand masts
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| But what’s a star without a cast?
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| It’s getting hard looking in your eyes
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| Even your young child is getting wise
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| I can’t help you now, darling, and that’s the truth
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| Can’t help you now, darling, I’m all out of juice
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| I can’t help you now, darling, that’s for sure
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| Can’t help you now darling no more
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| I remember when I walked the streets all night long
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| Pounding a poem to my brain and in the morning I laid you down a song
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| I gave you all the sweetest meat, I was happy just to lick the bone
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| Now I don’t even pick up the phone
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| Pardon me if I seem cruel
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| But how long can I be your fool?
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| I can’t help you now, darling, and that’s no lie
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| Can’t help you now, darling, don’t even ask why
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| I can’t help you now, darling, got to close the door
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| I can’t help you now darling no more |