Mary Jo, sitting alone   Drinking tea, she just got home   She wants, I don't know what you want      Mary Jo, living alone   Drinking gin with the telly on   She wants      The night to follow day and back again   She doesn't want to sleep   Well who could blame her if she wants?   The night to follow day and back again   She doesn't want to sleep   Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?   Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?   Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?      Mary Jo, back with yourself   For company, keep telling yourself you're young   It'll happen soon      Mary Jo, no one can see   What you've been through   Now you've got love to burn      It's someone else's turn to go through Hell   Now you can see them come from twenty yards   Yeah you can tell   It's someone else's turn to take a fall   And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them   The one who's strong enough to help them   The one who's strong enough to help them all      Mary Jo, you're looking thin   You're reading a book, "The State I Am In"   But oh, it doesn't help at all   What you want is a cigarette   And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull      Because life is never dull in your dreams   A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it   Life is never dull in your head   A sorry tale of action and the men you left for   Women, and the men you left for   Intrigue, and the men you left for dead