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If You Ever See Me Talking to a Sailor
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When the wind's from the eastern quarter
And there's a pungent taste of salt upon the breeze
And something troubles your insides
Like the scum upon the tides
Or something washed up on the beach
Down by the quays
Intuition's what a girl in love relies on
I should've known he only wanted to be free
I drew my line upon the sand
Only a fool would ever stand
Between a man and his involvement with the sea
And when the tide rolls out
You'll find your bed is empty and hะต's gone
So if you ever see mะต talking to a sailor
Some scurvy, no-good mongrel of a tar
Knock the drink out of my hand
Push me over where I stand
Take a slug at me but somewhere I would scar
Pin my body to the ground
Then slap my face to bring me round
Then you can roll my silly arse out of this bar
For a sailor's not a man to be trusted
He'll bill and coo, call you his chickadee
Ah, but when he's had his way
All you'll get is his "Good day"
Then he'll blow a kiss and scuttle back to sea
And when the tide rolls out
You'll find your bed is empty and he's gone
If you ever see me talking to a sailor
And I'll blithely stand there passing time of day
Oh, don't you hesitate to think
Someone's tampered with your drink
And he's shaken out your handbag
In the time it takes to blink
And all the booze you've ever bought him
Lays just thrown up in the sink
Just call the funny van to carry me away
For a sailor's not a man to be trusted
He's treacherous as tides and hidden reefs
And just to get you up the stairs
He'll quote the Bible in his prayers
And before you know, he's bound for Tenerife
And when the tide rolls out
You'll find your house is empty and he's gone
And when the tide rolls out
You'll find your heart is empty and he's gone
And when you become a woman of a certain age
You'll find it's difficult to trust a man, difficult to gauge
When that bilge rat who left you without a living wage
Thinks there's still that tawdry glamour of the sea
That I swear to God's completely lost on me
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So if you ever see me talking to a sailor
Some mangy sea dog skulking on the quay
Just remind me what I've said
Or you can shoot me in the head
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And then throw my bleeding body in the sea
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You'll find your bed is empty and he's gone
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