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Hey
Well she used to be an artist
but she threw away the key
Got a job, you know, 9 to 5
And the most peculiar people
hang around her everyday
Bunch of slobs, you know the kind
Now she's coming from nowhere
keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in a scarf
got her books in a shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
And if she hears me now
trying to get a message somehow
don't burn the boats till last
Well, she used to be a swinger,
now the rope's around her neck
Such a shame, ain't that a shame
And her mother was a lawyer,
taught her how to read a check
You know the game, who's to blame
Going nowhere ah
she keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in the scarf
got her hooks in the shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
And if she's listening now
trying to get a message somehow
don't burn the boat it's built to last
Well she used to be an artist
but she threw away the key
Got a job, you know, 9 to 5
The most peculiar people
hang around her everyday
Bunch of slobs, you know the kind
Going nowhere, ah
she keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in the scarf
got her books in the shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
Ah, if she's listening now
trying to get a message somehow
and the boat is burning fast
Hey
Well she used to be an artist
but she threw away the key
Got a job, you know, 9 to 5
And the most peculiar people
hang around her everyday
Bunch of slobs, you know the kind
Now she's coming from nowhere
keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in a scarf
got her books in a shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
And if she hears me now
trying to get a message somehow
don't burn the boats till last
Well, she used to be a swinger,
now the rope's around her neck
Such a shame, ain't that a shame
And her mother was a lawyer,
taught her how to read a check
You know the game, who's to blame
Going nowhere ah
she keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in the scarf
got her hooks in the shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
And if she's listening now
trying to get a message somehow
don't burn the boat it's built to last
Well she used to be an artist
but she threw away the key
Got a job, you know, 9 to 5
The most peculiar people
hang around her everyday
Bunch of slobs, you know the kind
Going nowhere, ah
she keeps herself in the dark
Hides her head in the scarf
got her books in the shawl
Whatever happened to
the woman we once knew
the river's rising fast
Ah, if she's listening now
trying to get a message somehow
and the boat is burning fast