Death of a Ladies' Man

Ah, the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said
His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete
Oh baby, I have come too late she knelt beside his feetI'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love
And all his virtues burning in the smoky holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lostNow the master of this landscape he was standing there at the view
With a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, "I'll make a place between my legs, I'll show you solitude"He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moonShe took his much admired oriental frame of mind
And my heart of darkness alibi, his money hides behind
She took his blond Madonna and his monastery wine
This mental space is occupied and everything is mineHe tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back"
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance
She mocked his female fashions and his working class mustacheNow, the last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get
A woman's education but he's not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy
Who gives her soul an empty room who gives her body joySo the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed
It would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that farIt's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that farIt's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far