Trojan Women

[MAURICE, spoken] I'm supposed to sing my lines to a dead body? [MAURICE] I don't know why I am even up here Cuttin' my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere Once again giving you all that I've got And gettin' nothing for what I'm giving up Tired of dealing with broken women Who think the world owes them a living And yes, I know I'm a sad comedian Stuck on stage with Amazonians But I should have known The minute that I saw you walkin' in Leaving the jail As if it were just a cheap two bit hotel And you might as well Have been wearing a chinchilla, hell Call up the Trojan women And let's have a picnic on the dell I'm not sayin' that I'm not gratеful For all the sadness you weavеd through the maypole But when you smiled I believed you were joyful And not gearing up for a battle I am not sayin' that I am innocent Naiveté is a boy's favorite instrument A little toy that he winds up And promptly places down and then runs away from Still I should've known The minute that I saw you walkin' in Leaving the war As if it were just a messed up happening And you might as well Have been wearing an ermine, for goodness sake Call up the Trojan women And let's have a picnic on the lake Call up the Trojan, Trojan women Call up the Trojan, Trojan women And you might as well Yeah, you might as well Have been walking on in here with them Arm in arm So there You win I don't know why I am even up here Cuttin' my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere Once again giving you all that I've got And gettin' nothing for what I'm givin' up