a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

A Woman Of The World

Pablo Jubany cover (3:41)

Pablo Jubany: […]

When she was just a girl
She became a woman
Of the world.
Soon there wasn’t room en-
Ough for her
In between the bosoms
Of her family.
She popped the cork,
Got on the Greyhound
To New York,
Small-talked her way round
Just the sort
Of playboys’ playground
She’d once dreamed about.

Maybe I love her,
But I’m jealous of her.
She’s a woman of the world

Sure but she’s a real fake
On the make,
Making up for lost time.
Just you wait.
Hey, give the girl a break
And a fifty dollar bill.
Will see to that.
That ain’t enough to feed the cat,
Serve up the rats and super rats.
Well they just get fatter
While she fades away.

Maybe I love her
But I’m jealous of her,
She’s a woman of the world.
Maybe I hate her
’Cause I didn’t create her,
It’s human nature, girl.
Maybe I’ll suffer
Just to be her lover,
Just to be part of her world.
Maybe I need her,
Because I want to be her -
Baby, can I be your girl?
Maybe I’ll kill her,
Just trying to thrill her
If she don’t kill me first!

We’re making eye-contact.
Oh, those hypnotic eyes attract
Such philanthropic flies. That’s that,
You cannot stop it so why the devil do you try?