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         Death of a Ladies' Man 
        1998, Sony Music, 
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        1. True Love Leaves No Traces 
        2. Iodine 
        3. Paper Thin Hotel 
        4. Memories 
        5. I Left A Woman Waiting 
        6. Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On 
        7. Fingerprints 
        8. Death of a Ladies' Man 
         
        1. True Love Leaves No Traces 
      
As the mist leaves no scar  
               On the dark green hill  
               So my body leaves no scar  
               On you and never will  
 
               Through windows in the dark  
               The children come, the children go  
               Like arrows with no targets  
               Like shackles made of snow  
 
               True love leaves no traces  
               If you and I are one  
               It's lost in our embraces  
               Like stars against the sun  
 
               As a falling leaf may rest  
               A moment on the air  
               So your head upon my breast 
               So my hand upon your hair  
 
               And many nights endure  
               Without a moon or star  
               So we will endure  
               When one is gone and far  
 
               True love leaves no traces  
               If you and I are one  
               It's lost in our embraces  
               Like stars against the sun  
         
        2. Iodine 
      
I needed you, I knew I was in danger  
               of losing what I used to think was mine  
               You let me love you till I was a failure,  
               You let me love you till I was a failure --  
               Your beauty on my bruise like iodine  
 
               I asked you if a man could be forgiven  
               And though I failed at love, was this a crime?  
               You said, Don't worry, don't worry, darling  
               You said, Don't worry, don't you worry, darling  
               There are many ways a man can serve his time  
 
               You covered up that place I could not master  
               It wasn't dark enough to shut my eyes  
               So I was with you, O sweet compassion  
               Yes I was with you, O sweet compassion  
               Compassion with the sting of iodine  
 
               Your saintly kisses reeked of iodine  
               Your fragrance with a fume of iodine  
               And pity in the room like iodine  
 
               Your sister fingers burned like iodine  
               And all my wanton lust was iodine  
               My masquerade of trust was iodine  
               And everywhere the flare of iodine  
         
        3. Paper Thin Hotel 
      
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin  
               Last night I heard you making love to him  
               The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb  
               The grunt of unity when he came in  
 
               I stood there with my ear against the wall  
               I was not seized by jealousy at all  
               In fact a burden lifted from my soul  
               I learned that love was out of my control  
               A heavy burden lifted from my soul  
               I heard that love was out of my control  
 
               I listened to your kisses at the door  
               I never heard the world so clear before  
               You ran your bath and you began to sing  
               I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing  
 
               I stood there with my ear against the wall ...  
 
               And I can't wait to tell you to your face  
               And I can't wait for you to take my place  
               You are The Naked Angel In My Heart  
               You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart  
               It's written on the walls of this hotel  
               You go to heaven once you've been to hell  
 
               A heavy burden lifted from my soul  
               I heard that love was out of my control  
         
        4. Memories 
      
Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel  
               I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel  
               I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl  
               I said, Look, you don't know me now but very soon you will  
               So won't you let me see  
               I said "won't you let me see"  
               I said "won't you let me see  
               Your naked body?"  
 
               Just dance me to the dark side of the gym  
               Chances are I'll let you do most anything  
               I know you're hungry, I can hear it in your voice  
               And there are many parts of me to touch, you have your choice  
               Ah but no you cannot see  
               She said "no you cannot see"  
               She said "no you cannot see  
               My naked body"  
 
               So We're dancing close, the band is playing Stardust  
               Balloons and paper streamers floating down on us  
               She says, You've got a minute left to fall in love  
               In solemn moments such as this I have put my trust  
               And all my faith to see  
               I said all my faith to see  
               I said all my faith to see  
               Her naked body  
         
        5. I Left A Woman Waiting 
      
I left a woman waiting  
               I met her sometime later  
               She said, I see your eyes are dead  
               What happened to you, lover?  
               What happened to you, my lover?  
               What happened to you, lover?  
               What happened to you?  
 
               And since she spoke the truth to me  
               I tried to answer truthfully  
               Whatever happened to my eyes  
               Happened to your beauty  
               Happened to your beauty  
               What happened to your beauty  
               Happened to me  
 
               We took ourselves to someone's bed  
               And there we fell together  
               Quick as dogs and truly dead were we  
               And free as running water  
               Free as running water  
               Free as running water  
               Free as you and me  
               The way it's got to be  
               The way it's got to be, lover  
         
        6. Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On 
      
I was born in a beauty salon  
               My father was a dresser of hair  
               My mother was a girl you could call on  
               When you called she was always there  
 
               When you called she was always there  
               When you called she was always there  
               When you called she was always there  
               When you called she was always there  
 
               Ah but don't go home with your hard-on  
               It will only drive you insane  
               You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
 
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
 
               I've looked behind all of the faces  
               That smile you down to you knees  
               And the lips that say, Come on, taste us  
               And when you try to they make you say Please  
 
               When you try to they make you say Please  
               When you try to they make you say Please  
               When you try to they make you say Please  
               When you try to they make you say Please  
 
               Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...  
 
               Here come's your bride with her veil on  
               Approach her, you wretch, if you dare  
               Approach her, you ape with your tail on  
               Once you have her she'll always be there  
 
               Once you have her she'll always be there  
               Once you have her she'll always be there  
               Once you have her she'll always be there  
               Once you have her she'll always be there  
 
               Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...  
 
               So I work in that same beauty salon  
               I'm chained to the old masquerade  
               The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone  
               I follow my father's trade  
 
               I follow my father's trade  
               Yes I follow my father's trade  
               Yes I follow my father's trade  
               Yes I follow my father's trade  
 
               Ah but don't go home with your hard-on  
               It will only drive you insane  
               You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
               You can't melt it down in the rain  
         
        7. Fingerprints 
      
I touched you once too often  
               Now I don't know who I am  
               My fingerprints were missing  
               When I wiped away the jam  
 
               Yes I called my fingerprints all night  
               But they don't seem to care  
               The last time that I saw them  
               They were leafing through your hair  
 
               Fingerprints, fingerprints  
               Where are you now my fingerprints?  
 
               Yeah I thought I'd leave this morning  
               So I emptied out your drawer  
               A hundred thousand fingerprints  
               They floated to the floor  
 
               You know you hardly stopped to pick them up  
               You don't care what you lose  
               Ah you don't even seem to know  
               Whose fingerprints are whose  
 
               Fingerprints, fingerprints  
               Where are you now my fingerprints?  
 
               And now you want to marry me  
               You want to take me down the aisle  
               You want to throw confetti fingerprints  
               You know that's not my style  
 
               O sure I'd like to marry you  
               But I can't face the dawn  
               With any girl who knew me  
               When my fingerprints were on  
 
               Fingerprints, fingerprints  
               Where are you now my fingerprints?  
 
               Fingerprints, oh fingerprints  
               Where are you now my fingerprints?  
         
        8. Death of a Ladies' Man 
      
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread  
               "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.  
               His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete.  
               "O baby, I have come too late." She knelt beside his feet.  
               "I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come  
               I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love."  
               And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust  
               She took unto herself most everything her lover lost  
 
               Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view  
               with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to  
               She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood  
               She said, "I'll make a place between my legs,  
               I'll show you solitude."  
 
               He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room  
               He promised her protection for the issue of her womb  
               She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon  
               She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon  
 
               She took his much admired oriental frame of mind  
               and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind  
               She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine --  
               "This mental space is occupied and everything is mine."  
 
               He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track  
               She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back."  
               She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance,  
               she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.  
 
               The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get  
               a woman's education but he's not a woman yet  
               And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy  
               who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.  
 
               So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed  
               it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed  
               It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star  
               I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.  
 
               It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star  
               I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.  
 
               It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star  
               I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.  
         
         
        
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