(Bob Dylan)

Nobody feels any pain,
tonight as I stand inside the rain.
Ev'rybody knows
that baby's got new clothes,
but lately I see her ribbons and her bows
have fallen from her curls.

She takes just like a woman,
she makes love just like a woman,
and she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend,
oh I believe that I'll go see her again.
Nobody has to guess
that baby can't be blessed
till she finds out she's like all the rest,
with her fog, her amphetamines and her pearls.

She aches just like a woman, yes she does
she takes just like a woman, yes she does
she makes love just like a woman, yes she does
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
and I was dying there of thirst,
So I came in here.
And your long time curse a' hurts,
but you know honey what's worse
is this pain in here,
I can't stay in here,
ain't it clear.

To be continued...