Well, Oh well, Jezebel   The friends that you made   They're headed for hell   Lazy old fools   The sheep and the mules,   For doing it just like you tell      The sailors come   Between the storms   And they use you like a tool   They make promises now   When they're hungry some how   Just to break them when they're full      Well, oh well, Jezebel   There's a bird in your hand   And there's two in the well   No one knows why   The sparrow won't fly   And nobody blames you he fell      He came to you like a newborn calf   And he left you like a bull   And you lost your hold   On your heartstrings, I'm told   Before you felt the pull      The Pull, The Pull   Out on the end   You'd think I'd have learned   But down I descend   The Pull, The Pull   Back on the mend   Breaking my spirit   Again      Well, oh well, you ragged girl   I guess that you gave it a whirl   Squeezing so hard   On that broken old shard   It's like to turn into a pearl