(Chip Taylor - Al Gordoni). . She's the womb that you left and she's the pride that you kept. She's the innocence that you left back in your youth. She's the poems that you read she's the mouth that you feed.
Boy my love is fading. I'm sick and tired of waitin'. Cause, slowly you've been breakin'. Breaking my spirit oh. Thought I made you happy but. To my surprise you gladly.