I don't know why I'm even up here Cutting my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere Once again giving you all that I got And getting 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've known The minute that I saw you walking 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 saying that I'm not grateful For all the sadness you put in the maypole But when you smiled I believed you were joyful And not gearing up for a battle I am not saying that I am innocent Naïveté is a boy's favourite 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 walking 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 with them With them So there You win I don't know why I'm even up here Cutting my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere Once again giving you all that I got And getting nothing for what I'm giving up