paroles de chanson When Love For Woman Stops - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

She′s almost 40 now, and if life's fair
It won′t have touched her face or touched her golden hair
It won't have touched the way she used to speak my name
Like single raindrop doesn't really touch the windowpane
She′s probably 50 now, no doubt she′s changed
The wear and tear and doubt, the lives arrange
The wear and tear, and no one there, drives a girl insane
The doubt of reaching out for love and getting beat again
There's no easy way of saying it, no easy way it′s done
The father you looked up to then no longer loves your mum
Call up social services, even call the cops
No man's ever gone to jail when love for woman stops
She must be 60 now, well on that route
Down lane of pure disdain from young and cute
Rolling out red carpet promises and ringing wedding bells
Gives a special kind of to a girl who knows too well
There′s no easy way of saying it, no easy way it's done
The father you looked up to then no longer loves your mum
Call up social services, even call the cops
No man′s ever gone to jail when love for woman stops
She's over 70 now, way past her best
But the one who holds the key to love's treasure chest
Doubtless has a younger flame to keep him warm at night
Well this old one just flickers in the distant hope he might
There′s no easy way of saying it, no easy way it′s done
The father you looked up to then no longer loves your mum
Call up social services, even call the cops
No man's ever gone to jail when love for woman stops
Love for woman stops...
Love for woman stops...
She′s in her 80s now, she's close to death
And the one thing that won′t let her down is final breath
So much more reliable than the absent talk of man
Nothing quite as black-and-white as the chequered flag of Ann
There's no easy way of saying it, no easy way it′s done
The father you looked up to then no longer loves your mum
Call up social services, even call the cops
No man's ever gone to jail when love for woman stops
Love for woman stops...