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