We've had some fun We've had some good loving On to the next thing My conscience forcibly brings So many things that I could do One of them being you The slow slide into lying And here come endless apologizing Don't make a mess of things My mother warns to me Don't make a mess of things I warn to me I find myself keeping house Find myself taking the trash out I find myself resenting you I give it up myself, it's true Can a woman love Can a woman love Can a woman love And not lose herself I hide myself deep in the traffic I hide myself behind a line of trees I hide myself deep in the current I hide myself beneath the spring